I know why I fall, all the time, all the time.
I'm falling.
Just one look in your eyes, tells me why, it's a lie.
I'm falling for.




February 3rd, 2019.

The culmination of months of exploration, travel, and immersion into a world of which I had previously only experienced from the eyes of a child, rather than returning as a learned and revitalized man.

Omega Wrestling Alliance's self-proclaimed second biggest night of the year, setting the stage for their biggest event, nearing on one year of existence on the wrestling landscape.  Clash of the Titans.  Thirty men, one ring, one goal; to take your skillset to the next level and reach wrestling immortality.  A long and arduous battle for any man . . . one that I failed to finish atop.

The receipts stemming from my elimination notwithstanding, it was still a true success to return to the company I had made an indellible mark on mere months ago.  The excitement was there, the energy that I had been counting on since I failed to keep my Spartan's Championship.  I looked around the ring at the other contestants, and then to the people I had promised to fight for, who used a large chunk of their small earnings to see us do what we do best.  And despite my woefully misguided spite with which I used to fight for them, they still respected my willingness TO fight.

That misguided spite, is now accurately guided spirit.  The Machine has taken in more in the past few months than he ever did in the ring, or the alleyways previously.

But that long-winded story of discovery can be dealt with at a later time.  Far too much to discuss at this juncture.

Besides, you have seen and heard the base of my journey.  Why give it all up at once?
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"The Omega Heavyweight Championship.  One of the true pinnacles of this company."

The platform given to us as OWA Alphas is a curious beast.  Men and women who command attention just from their physical presence being granted a presence in popular culture, social media buzz, and the greater world around them is something a lot of other professions dominated by large or otherwise impressive physicalities rarely achieve.  Previously, this was a platform I had no interest in communicating with.  The very thought of giving the time of day to those who I felt take for granted their status or amenities that their life has afforded them was disgusting.

The error of my ways is something I cannot take back, nor do I wish to dwell on.  Nor do I think that I was wrong.  There is a lot of superficiality in the world.  There is a lot of hate and conceit in the world.  But the best way to fight it is not to try to vanquish what you cannot change.  It is to find yourself in the best position to show the world what true work, grit, and perseverence are worth.

"Prior to my sabbatical from the wrestling ring, the closest I had come to tasting these heights was holding the OWA Spartan's Championship.  That belt had been given an air of prestige and honor by its holder, Scott Adams, and I had been the man with the fortitude and ability to wrench it from his death grip.  That put me in high regard, with a case to make for being the most dominant newcomer to the industry this company had to offer.  Adams went on to challenge, unsuccessfully, for the OWA World Championship, while I began defending my title against the upstart with the most promise.  The man who took me past my limit and started his own path to challenge for the top belt.  The Stormbringer, Layne Kurobane.

The matches were brutal, and the desire was real on both sides.  War was being raged before your eyes, and that war has yet to end.  Until the end of our competitive days, we Alphas merely fight battles.  The history books decide who wins wars.  Judging by their successes since my departure, and the opportunities afforded them, it would seem as though both Scott and Layne have the upper hand.  They have both gotten opportunities I never sniffed in my time in Philadelphia.  But, as luck would have it . . . 

All I needed was a trip across the country to focus and step back into the ring of fire, and I turned into a hotter commodity than ever before."

While I prefer the bitingly cold air of the northeast, the weather around the Pacific coast has its place in the world.  During the winter months, still a moderate climate, with enough different landscapes in close proximity if you wish to experience something else.  The people here, at least on the outskirts, are so dissociated with the world around them that it is easy to keep to yourself.  Where I am from, it is not because people care for you or about you that you cannot do this, but rather that they just disregard your existence and consider their needs the most important in the world.

For the record, this frame of mind is not always entirely useless, either.

"There is a reason why I decided that, even after a hiatus and a crippling loss on my record, that the Omega Heavyweight Championship was within my reach.  Whereas I wished to rule over my Kingdom with an iron fist in Philadelphia, I knew that I could reach my peak at Olympus.  My first appearance on the show led to being given the chance to advance in a tournament that will surely test the mettle of those involved.  A litmus test for if I have kept myself in the condition I expect, or if I have let it all go away.  And what a way to start out.

I get the last loser.

That is not to say you are not a worthy competitor, Christopher.  You are the consummate wrestler.  You have proven this time and again since signing on the dotted line.  You would not have gotten the opportunity to fight Jacob Senn unless you were.  But this is not a conversation about what a phenomenal talent you are, nor how many marquee matches you have fought in your career.

This is merely a statement.

You had your chance two weeks ago.  It burns inside of you that you could not get the job done.  The fragile balance of who you are, with WHAT you are, has already been demonstrated.  Who do I expect to see across the ring from me Friday night?  Christopher Sabertooth?

Or Havoc?"

As I peer into this mirror above my sink, beard oiled and face washed before another night of rolling in bed thinking about my first one on one match with an objective rather than an expectation, I can only think of my own teetering on the verge of complete and total dissociation with the self.  This machine was created through the mind of Freddy Gennett, and the fact of the matter is, if I had not learned how to balance the two, I would never thrive in combat.

One cannot survive without the other.  Without the man, there is no machine.  Without Monolith, Gennett falls.

"At the end of the day, it matters not.  We can only determine what we bring with us to the battlefield.  Be prepared for the best, or be revealed to be a fraud."

I bring the scientist and the monster.  The reason with the rage.

"I am no fraud, Sabertooth.  And I am prepared.  For you.  For Havoc.

For the Killer Alpha Squad, whomever of them may advance and be lined up to face the onslaught that comes from a man avenging a double team attack.

For Donny Dragon and Kenny Drake . . . but most importantly for Nate Cage.  When the time comes to return to the Kingdom, you will be punished for your insolence.

At Olympus, I stake my claim to be recognized as the most incredible force to be reckoned with in this company.  Three matches, three victims, three faces to be passed by until I get my chance to tangle with the best.  Because Havoc, all the talk you want to spew about my hiatus, or about my failure at Clash of the Titans . . .

That simply makes two of us.  But between you and me, I do not plan on lightning striking twice."

The scene begins in Sabertooth’s home theatre. Christopher Sabertooth is attentively seen watching replays of his match against Jacob Senn at Clash of the Titans. He keeps rewinding to points where he would come close to winning the Omega Heavyweight Championship. Every time he openly shows his frustration as he finally switches off the projector.


“Every… Every fucking time I watch this… I relive the frustration and anger that I felt walking back through the curtains after the match. Everybody told me that I proved to everybody that I belonged at the top level. They said I came close…. Close is not good enough. I don’t want people to congratulate me on my efforts for taking Jacob Senn down to the wire… I am not looking for your praise when I say that I could have won the Omega Heavyweight Championship…  because I didn’t. People said that I belong in there with the likes of Jacob Senn… CM Nas, guys that have paved the way for the title right now and for the future to come. But the thing is, I already knew that. I have BEEN saying that I belong with the best and only now the people have gotten to understand and embrace that. After I beat Carlos Rosso few weeks ago, I walked up to Jacob and I told him that I will shake his hands when I beat him for the title. I will shake his hands when I know that I have finally achieved what I set out to achieve. It’s not because I don’t respect Jacob Senn. On the contrary, I wanted him to give everything that he had got and THEN… Then I wanted to beat him at his best. But… Simply put, he was the better man. So, I can continue to watch this match and think. What would I have done differently so that I could guarantee a different result the next time I come face to face with him or whoever the Omega Heavyweight Champion is. I said I would do whatever it takes to win that title and I feel like I have not been doing that.” Said Sabertooth as he gets up from his sofa and fixes his jacket before turning towards the frame.


“And as fate would have it, I have an opportunity to earn my way back into the title picture. I don’t know what Bob Taylor’s intentions are as he keeps switching between caring about this company to setting it on fire with the inclusion of PT. But this time, he has struck gold. I don’t know if Aria Jaxon will pick to fight Jacob Senn or whoever the Omega Heavyweight Champion is heading into Final Destination… But I know if she does, there will be another man in the equation. And that man would be me. Bob Taylor chose 8 of the best Olympus has to offer and pit them against each other for a monumental 8 pack challenge. On paper, that is a fantastic idea. But if any of the other 7 competitors think that they have a shot at glory heading into Final Destination then they better get in line because I have some unfinished business regardless of how Clash of the Titans turned out and I will EARN my spot at Final Destination. And I will do that by beating each and every wrestler in my way.” Said Chris as he walks out of the room as the camera follows. He enters a long hallway and enter his study as Natalie is seen working by the table.


“Which brings me to the man of the hour. Clash of the Titans was an important night for me but it was also a place of returns. We saw some big names making a comeback at the show. But none probably bigger than the former OWA Spartans Champion, Monolith. The big man himself! Honestly, I was happy to see him back in the action until… This week. When he walked up to the stage talking a big game like nothing had changed since he had been gone. Monolith has accomplished quite a lot in his short time with the company… He beat Scotty Adams to win the OWA Spartans Championship. Something I can’t claim regardless of how our patches panned out in the past. Monolith is certainly not a guy to overlook now that he seems to be back and better than ever. I won’t be surprised to find Monolith be the favorite heading into our match heck, a favorite to win the damn thing in its entirety. But… You rubbed me the wrong way when you just walked out to the stage thinking like you run this place. You talked a big game for a guy who sat on the sidelines for the past couple of months… Right now you are just keeping off as all talk and no bite because from what I saw, you didn’t win the Clash of the Titans did you? You may be the future of this company and I certainly won’t doubt your ability but I have been busting my ass week in and week out only for you to pop out of nowhere thinking that you belong at the top. I had to scratch and claw my way into earning an opportunity. We all saw how that panned out but you would be crazy to think that I am not going to try again… And again… And again until I fucking win it. I didn’t fight my own fucking demons just to sit at the sidelines and watch other people achieve what I always wanted to achieve. I have lost everything that I care about for this business but that was the sacrifice I was ready to make to EARN my right to be called the best. I put my blood, sweat and tears… Giving my all each and every week NOT TO BE OUTDONE BY A GUY WHO HAS BEEN GONE FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG.” Said Chris as he breathes heavily.  He slowly calms down before he continued.


“Do not confuse my dismissal of his claims as a shot at his abilities because Monolith is proven champion. He has done it before and if he keeps fighting each and every week and EARNS his way to the top, then I doubt that he would win the Omega Heavyweight Championship one day. But Final Destination will not be that day. Your triumphant return story would have to wait because this is where your journey ends as far as the eight pack challenge is concerned. You are NOT making it to Final Destination…. You are NOT going to earn a shot at the Omega Heavyweight Championship because I will. You can take pride in knowing that you lost to a worthy contender because I don’t doubt that we will be seeing a lot of Monolith in the future. But as we speak, you have no business being involved in this matchup and you will learn that very quickly when you come head to head with me. I don’t know if you are keeping track but I am not the same Sabertooth you knew, Monolith. I am not going to hold on to my Win/Loss record, like a certain somebody, like it’s the fucking Bible. I am not going to make excuses for not walking out of Clash of the Titans as the Omega Heavyweight Champion… I take full responsibility for my losses but I have made sure that I learn from them. I make sure to not make the same mistakes again instead of bitching about it to the management when things don’t go my way. I have tried that approach before and that did not win me any recognition. I don’t want to be a spoke on a wheel… I want to be the goddamn engine. I don’t doubt that it is going to be a tough fight for me when you and i come face to face this week. I will need more than just wrestling ability to take you down but I am willing to do anything in my power to get the job done. I don’t want people to talk about ‘how close I came’ to becoming a World Champion.” Said Chris as he gets closer to the frame.

“Monolith… Ever since I lost that match to Jacob Senn, the thoughts of what it could have been has been troubling me and I cannot stop it. I don’t want to win… I NEED TO WIN. For my own sanity… I need to prove it to myself that i can do it. I WILL DO IT. And you’re not going to stop me. Not you… Not CM Nas…. Not Tarah Nova… Not Gareth Cason… NOBODY. I HAVE TO DO THIS. FOR MY DREAMS… FOR O’SHEA’S DREAMS. I CANNOT GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS JUST ANOTHER WRESTLER. I WILL FIGHT TILL MY LAST BREATH TO SHOW EVERYBODY THAT I AM THE BEST THIS BUSINESS HAS EVER SEEN. I WILL FIGHT FOR IT… AND I WILL DIE FOR IT. BECAUSE I AM THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA. I AM CHRISTOPHER MOTHERFUCKING SABERTOOTH… AND YOU MONOLITH…. YOU ARE ABOUT TO GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD KICKED IN.” Exclaimed Chris as he stared down the camera as the scene slowly faded to black.

Donny is sitting in the Kingdom trainer’s room, being seen to by a doctor. His chest is heavily red, with blood tricking down it.
 
“Donny, stay calm. Please.”
 
I am calm, doc! My chest it’s, it’s on fire! What the hell are that guy’s hands made of? I never wanna see the piece of crap again! These Europeans and their damn chops! Learn some WRESTLING moves, bozos! God! Yeah, yeah, tape the ice pack on there. Ow! Careful, idiot! I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, you’re just doing your job…fuck, that hurts. Got the win though, got the win…
 
Flash forward to later that night, Donny is trying to do squat thrusts in his hotel room, but the pain in his chest is preventing him from fully completing the movement.
 
 
 
 
I mean, yeah, I’m not the most imposing guy but…but that guy pissed me off, you know? He talked and talked about how he was gonna punish me, humble me, all that bullshit, and what happened? I knocked him on his ass and got the three count! Sure, people can call me lucky, they can say I was in the right place at the right time, way I see it, I just pinned a man who is almost double my size! If they’re not impressed by that, what more can I do?
 
Suddenly, Donny’s phone vibrates, he’s received a text from OWA management.
 
Huh, must be this week’s Kingdom card. Guess I’m booked for the sho-
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
It is the next day, Donny steps out of the shower. The swelling on his chest has gone down considerably and he appears to be in brighter spirits. He sits on his bed and has a contemplative look on his face, before looking at the camera.
 
I want to make something perfectly clear: I respect Scotty Adams. I know that’s not something you’d expect to hear from me, but it’s the truth. Scotty isn’t some wannabe, throwback tough guy like my last opponent, oh no. Scotty’s the real deal. I can’t put the blinders on and act like he’s a nobody. I’ve been booked against the first ever Spartan Champion. I’ve been booked against a main event player, a man who was in contention for the OWA World Championship not too long ago. And this isn’t the Scotty Adams we saw before he took his sabbatical, no. This is the old Scotty. This is the five-star match machine. This is the human highlight reel, cardio beast who took Finnegan Wakefield to his goddamn limit! I’m about to step through the ropes and face off against a modern wrestling icon. Somebody who, in a short period of time, has captured the hearts and minds of the OWA Universe. I take that very seriously, maybe too seriously.
 
Scotty, you’re a hell of an athlete, that’s obvious. I’ve seen you take beatings that would leave any normal man down and out. But you’re not normal, are you? You’re just like me. You’ve got that extra gas tank that just lets you keep on going, takes you beyond the limits of the human body. You don’t know this, Scotty…but I was at Budokai Tenkaichi. Oh yeah. Japan’s my home and as soon as I heard the OWA were cross promoting an event with SSW, I HAD to go. And it was an awesome weekend of wrestling, but one man caught my eye: you. You marched out there, proudly defending that Spartan Title against OWA’s monster. I watched you get torn limb from limb by Monolith. I watched you get put through the announce desk and convulse on the floor. Me and my buddies stood there in shock, our jaws on the ground, as you fought your way off of that stretcher and made your way back into the ring. What happened next was a miracle. You pinned the beast. You retained that title on the hallowed grounds of my home and I knew, right then and there, that I wanted to face you one day. Call it fate, call it luck, call it what you want, but we were meant to cross paths. We’re cut from the same cloth, Scotty. We work our asses off every day to be the best. Our bodies are fine-tuned to be weapons of the utmost efficiency. Just when one of our opponents thinks they’ve got the answers…we change the questions. Beat us down and we’ll always get back up, you’d have to damn near kill us to make us quit. That is why I respect you, Scotty. You’ve always strived to be that much better than everyone else around you, and that…that is the mark of a true warrior.
 
But...
 
 
But this is not your time, your time is gone, Scotty. You’ve had it, that’s it. You were handed the ball to run with and I’m sorry, but you dropped it spectacularly. Everybody was talking about Scotty Adams, the mighty Spartan who would hold that title forever. Funny how things change. I bought Boiling Point because I wanted to see my hero, Scotty Adams, defy the odds yet again. But you didn’t, did you? You managed to lose your title in an embarrassing display. I mean, really, Monolith and CASPIAN? In hindsight, that triple threat was nothing more than a time off test. All the great leaders of the Spartans dropped like flies after that. With your failure to retain came the death of your division. Monolith was a pathetic excuse for a champ and CASPIAN is MIA. And what did you do? What did my favourite wrestler do? Did you challenge the beast once more and try to reclaim your prize? Did you go out there and fight for the people who looked up to you? No. You showed your true colours. You see, everyone talks about your alignment with Isaac Thornton as some big shocker. As if that was the point that you turned your back on the people.
 
Oh no, you turned your back when you let greed get the better of you. You left your division behind and went for an unsuccessful world title bid. What then? What happened to the might of Scotty Adams, huh? You linked up with another world title failure and tried your best to remain relevant, but it wasn’t meant to be. Before long, you were slipping down the card and losing your spot. And rather than face this downturn like a man, you ran away. I had to watch the man who I thought was the best in the world cower from the limelight. You can dress it up with whatever excuses you like, I know the truth. I know that you had your heart set on becoming world champion and ruling the world. When that didn’t happen, you couldn’t take it, the dream scenario you’d laid out was nothing more than a lie that helped you sleep at night. You walked away from building something truly special so you could have a sniff at the big time. Simply put, you weren’t ready, and you couldn’t admit it. You embarrassed yourself with the world watching and hid from us all. We were all wondering where oh where Scotty had gone, and now you think you can just come back like nothing happened?
 
This is bittersweet for me, really. On the one hand, I get to wrestle with one of the greats. We’re gonna give the world something to remember. In many ways, my wildest dreams are coming through. I’m sharing the ring with one of my biggest influences. But then…I’m also having to put you down. Scotty, I don’t believe in second chances, because while you were out of action, I was training my ass off to make it through the door here. People can talk about my alliance with Nate Cage all they like, he only made the introduction, I had to catch people’s eye. I was turned away from this company after my first try-out, I had to get experience under my belt in any company that would take me. It was never my intention to stay on the fringes for long. I’ve been putting in work, Scotty, and I’m not about to let you burst through the doors like you own the place. Things have changed while you’ve been gone, the era you had the opportunity to create has gone. Keelan Callihan was right on Kingdom this week, you were supposed to be the building block for the future and it never panned out. The weight of the world was put on your shoulders and your knees buckled.
 
The Scotty Adams I thought I knew is gone, maybe forever. I may be wrestling a technically proficient master this week, but the soul, the heart, the essence of Scotty Adams is gone. You’ve been the only thing holding yourself back from greatness. If you weren’t so terrified of failure, where would you be right now? I don’t think you’d be facing me, that’s for sure. Why would they give such a young gun his shot at Scotty Adams if he’s oh so great? Simple, they know that the Donny Dragons of the world won’t fumble. They know that I can be trusted with creating this new reality. You’re stepping into a place that’s different from where you left it. There’s a new generation of hungry warriors who aren’t about to stand aside for disappointments. Kevin Maverick may have failed in putting Keelan Callihan away, but I’m not Kevin Maverick and, no offence, but you’re no Keelan Callihan. You’re a man I once looked up to, and the responsibility to teach you a lesson for walking away has fallen to me. I don’t think you realise what awaits you this Sunday. You’re about to face a bitter, vindictive man. I talked a lot of shit before my last match, because if I’m honest, I didn’t care for my opponent. He was big, he was strong, but that just meant he fell harder. You? I needed a bit of tact because I know you’re a smart man. You’re far too intelligent and aware to be thrown off by schoolyard insults.
 
Know that I am not taking this lightly, regardless of how my opinion on you has changed. I’m going to bring every ounce of fight I have, because I know that that’s what it takes to put Scotty Adams away. Beating you is not impossible, because I’ve seen it happen. You can take everything I have, we know this, but I’m relentless. I’m a pitbull. Donny Dragon is not just some cool name, it’s who I am. The spirit of the dragon within me burns with the fire of a thousand suns, and that fire will be unleashed upon your person with unyielding malice. And when the smoke clears, there will be one singularity, one outcome, one man left standing. As I stand over your broken body, sharply drawing in as much breath as I can, I know what they’ll say…
 
 
Exactly. But me and you? We’ll know the truth. We’ll know that you should have stayed gone, that you were right to think of yourself as a failure, because the new breed hold all the cards now. I’m not in this business for upsets. I’m here for the wins I know are mine. And if I have to beat you a hundred times to prove I belong, then that’s what I’ll do. You do not define me, Scotty, and I think deep down, you know that you haven’t defined a goddamn thing.
 
Donny pauses, smiles and leaves the room as we fade to black.

 
 
Okay, okay…I…I think I’ve got this. Let me just rewind it in my mind one more time, just so I know I’ve got it all laid out. Pandora, you little bitch, you seem to be taking some pretty broad swipes, my friend. So, let’s go through all of this logically. First off, you’re literally pulling shit out of a bag to talk about me, I didn’t realise prop routines were the new thing now. Hold on, I’ve got something for you.
 
 
This isn’t show and fucking tell, mate, this is wrestling, yeah? Matches aren’t won based on who can gather enough toys to illustrate their point. Who are you, Carrot Top? Christ almighty, give me strength. Look babe, I know you’ve got this big old plan about how you’re going to shock the world and get the upset of the century, but if this is your idea of intimidation tactics, you’re severely mistaken. Sometimes, I look at a new name and I’m hit with inspiration. I see a talent who could really go places and be somebody. It’s what somebody saw in me once upon a time, and it got me to a main event level. Sadly, I don’t see that when I lay my eyes on you. I see a desperate little girl who’s craving attention from the adults. Well, you’ve got my attention, it’s just not the type you wanted. Amusement isn’t something you want to draw out of a woman like me, because I will treat you like a joke from here on out. Not that you’ve done yourself any favours in that department.
 
What’s your angle? You wanna come after my navy background? You wanna talk about the shit I’ve seen? The lives I’ve took? Feel free, there’s nothing out there that’s new for you to uncover. It’s no secret that I’m a damaged woman. I don’t drink to excess for the sake of it, you dumb cunt. To be honest, I think I detect a hint of jealousy. Because while you put on this act of being a damaged soul, you’re staring at somebody who knows more tragedy and horror than any of your little class project promos. I’ve lost many a night’s sleep over the things I’ve seen, and I have zero insecurities about it. Let me ask you this, do you think it’s wise to try and piss off a navy veteran with PTSD? Do you know what can happen to someone like me if I have a flashback? Whoever’s unfortunate enough to be in my immediate vicinity is getting a savage beating, one that I can’t be held accountable for. Is that the road you want this to go down? Do you want to draw the ire of someone who’s seen more in one night than you’ve seen in your entire life?
 
Cute wolf toy, by the way. Thankfully, because I’m not fucking retarded, I remember my roots pretty clearly. I once ran with a pack and now I’m a lone wolf. And? What’s your point? I’ve had more success since leaving those nutters than I ever had when I was with them. Are you fucking thick or something? Are you slow? Are you not aware that I put in a world beating performance in the most demanding match that this division has ever seen? You’re not dancing with a first timer, you’re dancing with the top dog. I’m not one to go easy on new blood, either, I break them in and see if they even make it past week one. Ask Serenity Scorpio, ask Pandora Barrett, women who, after I beat them, went on embarrassing losing streaks and disappeared from the fray. I force people to come to terms with who they really are when they can’t get past me. I make the reality of their existence come to the forefront. If you even survive our match, will you ever be the same? That remains to be seen, but I fucking doubt it.
 
What else? Oh yeah, my femininity. How fucking dare you. Do you get a kick out of dragging other women through the mud? Because it certainly seems that way. Listen to me, you snivelling, wretched, festering pustule, I am not the Alpha Male because I’m ashamed of being a woman, it’s the opposite. I’ve spent my entire life being told about alphas, about men who believe themselves to be at the front of the line. My brother is one of them. I took this name, this mantle, because I had to. It serves as a message to every man in this company that they’re no longer calling the shots. That I can take their boastful claims and turn them against them. I don’t adopt “masculine” traits to seem tough, I didn’t adopt anything. This is who I am. It was never taught to me, I raised myself. I left home when I was 15 years old. I was fighting overseas at 16. I am a woman, I am proud of that. I’m not here to hold women back, I’ve done more for the legitimacy of this women’s division than you could fucking imagine. I’m looked up to by my peers and little boys and girls the world over. I get stopped by mothers in the street, they tell me that I inspire their kids. You’ll never know that feeling because you’re the most uninspiring waste of space I’ve seen in ages. At least Eris went the whole hog and dropped blood on me and shit. What have you done? Produced a low-rent Santa’s sack routine? Fucking pathetic.
 
If you want to know what mixing it up with a real woman is like, you’re about to find out. Because I’m in the mood for some victimisation. I’ve singled you out and I’m going to shove your words down your throat, with my fist following not too far behind. I’m gonna pull out your weak heart and hold it in your face, so that it’s the last thing you see before you die. And after that? I’m gonna get in my car, drive back to my bar, and get fucking smashed off my tits. Why? Because I fucking can.
 
Suck my dick, cunt.
 

(We cut to a shot of Azumi standing and looking at the world from her new Chicago apartment. The Champ has her championship on a stand next to her pictures of family and friends that she has taken over the years.)

I’ve said this too many times at this point but the feeling of being champion, it’s so surreal. Almost as if this is one of those endless dreams but the facts stand over the fiction. It’s finally in the record books, Azumi Goto is now standing as the fourth OWA Women’s World Champion. This is something I never experience when I was JET World Champion, being able to stand as champ for as long as I have. That night I won, the emotions overflowing in me was endless. Tears of joy while being able to share this moment with so many important people in my life. I think just the moment to see people who have been by my side telling me to enjoy this moment was enough. I never got to experience something like that even when I won the Queen Of The Ring, it felt like I had just completed half of the work. I’ll be honest, whenever I’m face-to-face against April. A bit nervous tends to set in, she’s an amazing competitor and when I saw her walk out from the back to face me for the Women’s World Championship, I had some major doubts. Like she said in her post-match exclusive, I was always a step behind. I had to watch their backs as they were able to seize the moments that got them their championships but now… It’s my time! Pluto’s Gate will be an amazing show, and I can’t wait for the opponent who rises to the occasion to face me but for right now, I have to turn my attention to the upcoming match on Odyssey.

(The Vanguard takes this time to take a deep breath before resuming.)

Nicole Fyre is someone I never got to face in a singles match even though we’ve been now two different companies together. There’s an exciting feeling when you get to take on a brand new opponent in the ring but also something like a hint of nervousness as well. Nicole is a hundred percent one of the best we have right now on Odyssey, a veteran who I see a lot of the young talent look up to and aspire to be like. Whenever I used to make trips down to OWT Performance Center to check up on my little sister, a lot of the girls would hang around Nicole and soak in any bit of knowledge and lessons she had. It’s quite amazing, to be honest, I think Nicole will definitely fit right in with the roster on the side of all the non-crazies. She has heart, passionate about the business and someone the fans can really look up to. In a way, this was a match that people craved to see when you signed onto the brand, Nicole. The clash of two women with unmatched Burning spirit. It almost seems like this match was made to be on Odyssey. But after making this great leap by reaching the top, I can’t afford to lose at all.

You’re here to entertain and inspire, it definitely is a valiant goal but right now, the hopes and aspirations I have mean much more. See Odyssey is the most talked about brand in the world right now, and my responsibility as Women’s World Champion is to keep it that way while taking this amazing group of women to the next level of greatness. This roster is destined for more great things and it’s my goal as the locker room leader for this brand to make sure that when we do reach Pluto’s Gate and beyond that, the world never stops talking about OWA’s Odyssey. 

Nicole, it’s absolutely amazing that you want to make this comeback happen. Something to be proud at the end of all this, your goal seems to be you trying to figure out if you can handle being in the ring with some of the best of modern times. You’ve got the wish and it’s time to really find out if you can do that this Saturday. I’ll be waiting for the challenge you provide as I can then notch it up as another victory.

I refuse to lose now that I hold the biggest prize in Women’s Wrestling, so don’t take it personally Nicole. At this point, I've gotten too far to lose now.

(The camera fades away from Azumi and the final shot is of the OWA Women's World Championship still on the table standing before fading to black.)

 
 
Not much longer, and The Dump will officially be reopened for business. The place will be bustling with patrons, patrons who will be merry and filled with cheer. This won’t be a place to reflect on your sorrows, it’ll be a monument to enjoyment! I want people to get drunk in the comfort of a non-judgemental environment. I want to provide the people of Chicago with a safe haven, where they’ll never truly be alone. And I can do that now, the powers that be have provided me with some extra funds and a pretty sizeable raise after my victory at Clash of the Titans. 
 
History will always make note of the first. Look at OWA’s canon and all the great first-timers it has. CM Nas, Finnegan Wakefield, Scotty Adams, Gareth Cason, Bull Connors, Savannah Sunshine…even my brother can say he was the first to hold a particular accolade. And now, I join that fabled group. The first ever Clash of the Goddesses winner. And with it comes a hefty prize: the chance to go out in front of the world and challenge for the richest prize in the game. We all know that I’ve craved championship gold ever since I got my first shot, and my pursuit hasn’t faltered since then. But since when have I made life easy for myself? We all know the deal by now, if a Goddess pins or submits me in a singles match between now and Final Destination, I shall let them have my title shot. It doesn’t matter who it is or how cheap their victory comes. They can rake my eyes while the ref isn’t looking, grab my tights for leverage in a roll-up, whatever. If my shoulders are pinned to that mat, or if somebody’s able to make me tap out – not that that’s going to happen – then what is mine becomes theirs. 
 
And that makes things exciting, doesn’t it? Hell, Azumi Goto will no doubt have to put her title on the line at Pluto’s Gate. We could have an entirely different world title match come Final Destination for all we know! What a time to be alive. And so, my first challenger is somebody who’s yet to even have a match here in OWA. A debuting talent is one match away from being in the biggest match in the history of this division. It’s scenarios like that that get my blood pumping. You never know who’s going to come through and shoot their shot at history. 
 
Sadly, this isn’t a reality that I will allow to exist. Why? Because I fucking say so. So, who’s come through? Who’s the unlucky cunt that I have to slap down to teach them that I mean business? Well, if it isn’t Pandora. Wait…didn’t I already beat you?
 
 
Oh no, forgive me, we had another chick called Pandora that I took out. You know, I’ve kicked the shit out of so many women here that it’s all sort of become a blur. I can’t keep track of who comes and who goes.  No, no, no, you’re the NEW new girl. You know, if I had a dollar for every spooky bitch that thought she could intimidate me, I’d have enough for your knock-off Eris set. ANOTHER person who lives in a graveyard? I mean, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of space there because I don’t see you catching many bodies. Let me guess, you’re gonna talk about how I’m an impure sickness and you’re gonna expose me and make me humble and blah blah blah blah oh shut the fuck up. I don’t even want to hear your retort. You want nice girl Natalie? You’re not getting her. I reserve my respect for those who actually give me reason to express it. Tell me, Pandora, how exactly are you going to fit into MY division? You think you can step up to the king of the jungle and just WALTZ your way into a world title match? Listen up, cunt, I’m the Alpha Male. I’m the man. I’ve got bigger balls than every man that HENDRIX has fucked combined and I’m here to shove them in the face of anyone who thinks otherwise.
 
What gives you the right? What makes you so special that you get to come here and challenge me? Have you seen the level I’m expected to fight at? I threw five women out of the Clash of the Goddesses. I did a fucking handstand from the barricade to the steps to get back in the ring. I threw out the Goddesses Champion, Dulce Torres, the first woman to ever pin me. I am NOT here to rest on my laurels and pat myself on the back for a job well done. Winning the Clash was the easy part. I want everyone to know that I did my bit and justified being thrust into the upper echelons of this company. I’ve got a chance to stand as one of the three faces of OWA, you think I’m about to let that chance slip through my fingers at the expense of you, Pandora? You think I care about how many times you’ve cut yourself while listening to a worn-out Evanescence CD? You think I care that they don’t make The Vampire Diaries anymore? You’re simply not worthy of Natalie Cage’s time, but every woman is worthy of a beatdown.
 
Feel free to say what you want. You can chat shit, you can mock my attitude, it’s no skin off my back. Because once that bell rings and I’m in my element, the fists I throw are fucking cinderblocks, love. You may not be worthy of my time, but you have my undivided attention because it’s just so FUN to hurt tryhards. I’m not expecting you to respond too quickly, seeing as it probably takes you a few days to even put together that ridiculous set-up you’ve got going on. Just know that the last woman who cut her promos from a graveyard that got in my way…well, I embarrassed her to the point that she disappeared for a few months. I’d love that to happen with you, what a treat. Natalie Cage: she beats people so bad that they just fuck off to do whatever. I hope that happens because I’m sick of looking at your fucking face already, and we’ve not even had our match yet. Just promise me that when it’s all over and you’re regretting your choice to be my dance partner, that you won’t go crying like a little bitch to management for giving you too much, too soon. Because management will tell me you did while I’m eating her out the night after. Ciao.
 

The show must go on.

Despite my best efforts, The Greatest Showman has come up short against Allesandro Devione. In what many are calling a classic match, the second generation elitist found a way to get one over on yours truly. I won’t take anything away from Devione; he did exactly what he said he would do and delivered. But, it was a victory hard fought. I had an answer for everything he throw out, and it took him to dig deep to show me the man he really is. If he learned anything from this encounter, it’s to never underestimate Kevin Maverick. Am I disappointed? Hell yes! Will I give up? NEVER! When I came to OWA, I said I would redefine what it means to be a cruiserweight and I will continue to do just that.

Because I want more.

I want to face Allesandro Devione again. He was the better man last week, but that was last week. On any given night the story can change and next time we meet I intend to do just that. ‘Dro knows I was close to beating him. He knows that one wrong move and I would be OWA Cruiserweight Champion. My story isn’t over with ladies and gentlemen - The Greatest Showman has several more tricks up his sleeve. But, before I can challenge Allesandro again, I must look a killer in the eye. Not just any killer mind you, but THE KILLER himself. Now I would say it’s an honor to fight a man like Keelan Callihan, but I’m just hoping he actually shows up. And when I beat him, I’m hoping he sticks around this time. You spent much of your time talking about people who don’t matter - well except maybe Aria, who I met twice - and concern yourself with a world...that has passed you by. Maybe that’s why you’re being so gosh darn insufferable - because even you have realized that nobody cares how many times you come and go Callihan. You’re pretty much the Boy Who Cried Wolf at this point. You claim that you’re here because you need to be - but OWA was doing fine before you came back. The promotion lost three champions and yet it’s right back on track. Nobody is bigger than the business Keelan, be well to remember that. Even the Arias and the Senns of the world know as such. And the other people you mentioned? They actually have something in common you with.

They couldn’t hack it.

Few people can in this business. As time passes hearts change, and the soul desires more than simple wins and losses. The warrior spirit feeds off the conquest of another. That is how we validate ourselves. Keelan. And when it is our spirit that is defeated, we learn from those lessons and try again. You come back and complain about the likes of Scott Oasis, but he showed up Callihan. If you never left that could have been YOUR world championship. But here you are, whining and complaining. Sometimes I wonder what our “mutual friend” sees in you. She always spoke highly about the good ‘ol days on the indy circuit, where she served as your valet. She openly admitted that it was you who taught her the business side of things. She claim that you showed her the tips and tricks of the road without ever asking for something in return. It is that opinion that gives me the benefit of the doubt in regards to you, Mr. Killer. She always believed in you- in fact, she still does. To each their own, I guess.
I’ve noticed a trend recently. People running around, claiming that I’m nothing. These people say I’m some overrated hack that Bob Taylor wasted money on. And while one of these people reign as the OWA Cruiserweight Champion, the other thinks he can use me as some kind of trampoline to reach the top of the card. Nah fam, it’s not going to go down like that. You must be one entitled P.O.S. to think I’m so easy to put away. I’m sure Devione himself doesn’t want to tussle with me again anytime soon. You say that I’m the same - just like every other new guy who walks through those doors. Well to me you’re just like every other part-timer who thinks they’re owed something. Nobody owes you a damn thing Keelan Callihan. If anything, YOU owe it to YOURSELF to be the best you can be! You OWE it to yourself to be ready to take anyone on, anywhere. What, you thought you would enter the Clash and get a one way ticket to Final Destination? I thought you was a smarter man than that. I guess Stephanie was wrong about you after all.

How I know Steph? I’m not one of her numerous exes if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m...a guy whose mentor was trained by her mentor. Think of me as a cousin once removed. I’m just a man determined to get back on his feet and make up for lost time. Now that I think about it...maybe that’s what you’re doing too. You realize the clock is ticking and you have only so many years left. Eventually the story of Keelan Callihan will have to come to a close and you’ll be out there in the cold, scared and alone. Nobody will acknowledge your existence, neither will they vouch for you. I say this because you sound like a man who’s looking to burn some bridges. Be careful how you tread these waters in the halls of OWA, Keelan. I’m not one of these local talents you’re used to squashing. I’m Kevin Maverick, The Greatest Showman. I put on the greatest shows and the most deserving of audiences. And last week the OWA Universe has proven themselves to be worthy of seeing matches like Maverick vs Devione. With any luck, we’ll give it to them again. First though, I’ll have to take out a killer. You may think I’ll be dead by daylight Callihan, but when the sunrises Monday morning, it’ll be you look at another L. Just don’t disappear this time. Something tells me our “mutual friend” will be showing herself again.

Donny enters the dojo, gym bag over his shoulder. His sensei greets him with a bow as he walks through to the locker room and takes a seat.
 
Just getting in some last-minute training before my coming out party tomorrow. I think it’s important to keep your physical and mental reflexes sharp in the face of adversity. If I can just master that one hold, or perfect that signature strike, it could serve as the difference between triumphant victory and crushing defeat. So, as I’m preparing for my sesh, I hear that dear old Adele’s got something to say. Lo and behold, it’s pretty much what I expected. I’ve heard it ALLLLLL before, man! You’re out here, looking for somebody that fits your little preconceived idea of what a wrestler should be, but you’re so preoccupied with that, that you’re ignoring what wrestling could be. You’re a regressive dude who thinks it’s enough to be big and scary for intimidation tactics. You wanna know why I make fun of you? Because you’re an easy target, man! You ain’t doing yourself any favours with your Cold War Eastern Bloc routine, you feel me?
 
Donny stands up and puts his arms behind his back, putting on a stern expression and speaking in a poor German accent.
 
I am big, strong warrior. I travel the world to find other warriors. The ring is a sacred mistress that must be respected. It is the canvas and I am the paintbrush, it is the space in which I shall create my masterpiece. I am not a wrestler, I am an artist who understands what it means to be a wrestler.
 
Donny sits down again and lets out a laugh.


That’s you, Adele. That’s what you sound like. Do you hear yourself? You sound like a foreign bad guy from a bad 80s movie. You’re concerning yourself with the wrong things, buddy. You look at me and you see a stain? You see someone who disgraces this ring? That’s gonna be your downfall. I didn’t spend my adolescence beating on other people in questionable establishments, only to come to America and get told by some Eurotrash loser that I don’t bring anything good to the table. Who even are you, Adele? What do YOU offer to this business? Do you think people care about your mission statement? Do you think people tune into Kingdom thinking, “Oh boy! I can’t WAIT to watch that bland German guy slap people really hard to purify wrestling!”? Is that your vision for the world? You’re gonna just beat on people until they decide to join you on Team No Fun?
 
See, I’ve got a very different plan for how Sunday’s gonna go, and I want you to hear me out, Adele, because this is good for both of us. You’ve put out a little challenge for me to teach you how things are done in America. Truth be told, I’m not really American. I mean, if you wanna go off of who my parents are and the accent that I have, I guess I am. But I’m Japanese, my man. I was raised in Japan, I fought in Japan, and take a look at my passport, bub.
 
Donny produces a Japanese passport from his gym bag and holds it up for the camera.
 
What have you got to say about that, huh? I’m not from the good ol’ US of A, I renounced my citizenship when I became a naturalised Japanese national. In fact, I’m actually working in OWA under a work visa. I’m from a nation with a fighting history so rich and so pure that it makes your crusade look more like a disgruntled protest. I’ve studied ancient martial arts that were thought to be lost, I’ve climbed mountains in the search of sacred knowledge, and I’ve kicked more asses than you’ve had hot meals. And I’d imagine you haven’t skipped many meals, big boy.
 
You’re after someone that can prove you wrong. You’re after someone who can show you what this business has to offer a man who is in search of purified wrestling. You know what? Part of me doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction. If it takes giving into your dumbass philosophies to earn your respect, then I don’t want it. But there is something that I’ll NEVER back down from, and that’s handing out an ass whoopin’. Sure, on paper, I’m not the kind of guy that people would expect to put you down. But on paper, Germany had two World Wars in the bag and we all know how that one turned out.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Right. Thing is, Adele, it takes a lot more than a stern demeanour and ass kicking skills to make me scared. I’m fully prepared for what you plan on doing to me. Size isn’t on my side. You’re gonna throw me around like a ragdoll, make me question every life choice I’ve ever made, have me so beaten and broken down that the only stains on the canvas will be my blood, sweat and tears.
 
And then, when you think you’ve done everything that you can, this little Okinawan that could will keep on coming at you. You will have pulled out every trick in your little playbook and nothing will be working. Because pain has never and will never stop me. Pain is just a state of mind. You can train yourself to ignore pain. Sure, it’s not the best survival technique if you’re hunting a bear or something, but when you’re just tryna find a way to bring down an overgrown miracle baby, it can come in pretty handy. Big guys like you? You tire easy. People can claim your cardio is incredible for a man your size, but while I’m continuing to keep coming at you and you’ve run out of options, I’ll see you breathing heavy, I’ll see you bamboozled as to what the hell you can even do anymore. And as that tiredness sets in, I’ll strike hard, fast and often. I’ll draw blood from the boulder and work your joints so badly that you won’t even be able to relieve your stress in the hotel later on.
 
 
Right. I wanna watch the tree fall, using my body as the axe. I wanna watch you crawl along the floor and beg me to stop the pain, pain that you can’t ignore no matter how hard you try. You’ll hate yourself for picking a fight with a man who has no off switch. And if you don’t respect what I can do at that point, you’ve made a grave mistake. Because respect is what you need to survive. If you don’t respect the abilities of the opposition, then you’ve already lost. I respect your strength, I respect your technique, and I respect the fact I’m gonna have to lay into you with everything I’ve got to squeeze out a win. What I don’t respect is your childish attitude. Your belief you hold all the answers to what wrestling can be.
 
WE’VE FOUND HIM, EVERYONE! IT FINALLY HAPPENED! WRESTLING HAS BEEN IN THE WRONG FOR YEARS, BUT IT’S OKAY, BECAUSE THE ANGRY GERMAN MAN IS HERE TO SET US ALL STRAIGHT!
 
That's seriously what I think whenever I see you open your mouth. Who are you to tell me that my ways aren’t right? Who are you to tell anyone that? I mean, I’ve seen some assholes in my time, Adele, but you’ve managed to simultaneously be an asshole and have your head up your ass. I guess that means you’re full of yourself? HA!
 
 
 
 
Thank you! Now, back to you, Adele. I mean, I don’t have much more to say, other than that you’re gonna have a hell of a hard time here if your only angle is to teach us to respect the ring. Newsflash, dickwad, we all respect this ring. That’s why we do this! I’d like to see you jack your jaw to someone like Scott Oasis or Monolith about their lack of respect, see where that gets you. But no, you’re gonna pick a fight with the little wrestler. Good, I can’t wait to see the look on your face when it sets in that you’re sharing the ring with a man who has nothing to lose and everything to gain. Just promise me that you won’t scream like a bitch when I pull your arm out of its socket.
 
Donny unpacks his gym bag and throws out a few shadow punches as he prepares for his sparring session.

The Flame burns bright once more...

A fire that was dulled throughout time…

It now has been reignited and refocused with a specific goal in mind…

PROVE YOURSELF!

[[The camera opens up to a woman instructing a class of young girls. The woman educating them probably still within their age range however. She is standing within the ring working with one of them. We see the Trainer take the student from a basic Wristlock and quickly transition it into a Hammerlock, then down into an armbreaker. Afterwards the Trainer quickly rises to her feet and helps up the student she was working with.This footage probably taken around late December.]]

Bethany Sharpe: Nicole I still don’t understand how all of these holds still come second nature to you. When was the last time you competed exactly?

[[Nicole puts a finger to her chin and ponders this.]]

Nicole Fyre: I would say around seven or eight months now, I don’t think it’s been that long. Why do you ask?

[[The reigning OWT Women’s Champion, Dani Wood then steps forward to interject.]]

Dani Wood: Nicole, don’t you ever consider continuing your own career rather than staying back here and helping ours?

Nicole Fyre: Oh I never think about things like that...I’m very contempt with my situation as it is now. I get to help each and every one of you develop into full fledged OWA Goddesses after all. 

Cassidy Vega: As rewarding as that might seem, I’m sure you have to miss the aura of the live audience, and the thrillride that is a pro wrestling match from beginning, middle, and end. Right?

[[Nicole sits down and thinks a bit about things. She reflects on her time working with women such as Aria Jaxon, Tarah Nova, and the Heart Break Gal. Of course never being on their level, but being in their company very early on and showing incredible potential.]]

Chantael LeBeau: Perhaps you might miss interacting with the fans getting to share moments with them?

Nicole Fyre: I-I Suppose so….

[[Nicole now reminisces on some of her favorite moments with not just fans, but the boys and girls backstage. Reflecting on moments shared with the previously mentioned Aria and Tarah, as well as Keelan Callihan, Nathan Fiora, Azumi Goto, Stephanie Matsuda, and countless fans all across the globe.]]

Nicole Fyre: Girls….I don’t deserve you. Hell, the world doesn’t deserve you. 

Vanessa Santiago: You know Nas’ favorite line don’t you Nicole?

Nicole Fyre: “I’m the best?”

Natasha Night: No…, the other one!

Nicole Fyre: We are all here to Entertain and Inspire.

OWT Women: EXACTLY!

[[Nicole Fyre stands up, climbs out of the ring, then walks over to the exit doors to the training room they are currently within. She looks down at the ground, a couple tears flowing from her face. She quickly wipes them all away before turning back to her trainees with a smile on her face.]]

Nicole Fyre: You’ve all made me so proud! Your individual growth and development has been nothing short of awe inspiring! I absolutely am staring at the next generation of Women’s Professional Wrestling right in front of me, and I couldn’t be any more thankful to have played a role no matter how major or minor in making that happen. I want all of you to be aware that you have made a significant difference on ME! I lost my passion somewhere in the middle there. And I settled into playing this Trainer role because I figured this would be the best way for myself to help make a difference in the grand scheme of things. That I never could be a true major champion of this industry. But you all believe so much in me...I REFUSE TO LET YOU ALL DOWN! It is not even 2019 yet, but I’ve already come up with my New Year’s Resolution! I am going to step back into the ring officially for the Omega Wrestling Alliance! I will go on to do the things you all said I am fully capable of. I AM GOING TO ENTERTAIN AND INSPIRE, just like our boss always likes to say….or at least he’s one of our bosses hehe.

[[All of the OWT girls jump in to embrace Nicole send her off in fanfare. Her next stop, OWT Headquarters, then afterwards...back into the ring as an active talent!]]

[[Some time passes and we are now backstage for the Women’s Clash of the Titan’s match. Nicole is sitting backstage watching on, proud of the women who were already out there working their asses off inside of that ring. Once Savannah Sunshine was eliminated, she quickly made her way backstage and one of the first people she bumps into is Nicole.]]

Nicole Fyre: I know it wasn’t what you expected out there Sav, but there’s ALWAYS next time.

Savannah Sunshine: Yeah, sure….whatever….

[[Savannah quickly walks past a very perplexed Nicole, who has no idea how to process that statement, she’d never seen Savannah so down before. She didn’t have a choice but to refocus back to the Clash match and continue watching on all of the action from the likes of Diantha Moreau and Nikita LaShae, which of course she was still happy to do.]]

[[And now that brings us to present day.]]

Nicole Fyre: So I have officially signed my active Odyssey Contract with the Omega Wrestling Alliance. It is also official that my replacement as Head Female Trainer of OWT is going to be Miss Manami, and when I was informed of that, I knew I could pursue my own ambitions with a clear conscious, because my OWT girls would be in even more capable hands than my own. Now All I have to do is keep my chin up and never look back! So why does Nicole Fyre want to be an active competitor once again? What are her reasonings for desiring to compete within the confines of an OWA ring? And what the hell brought on this sudden shift in mentality for her? Well I am here because I want to and know that I can make a difference, I wouldn’t be here if I felt I had absolutely nothing to contribute after all. And yes I can bas as exceptional of an in ring wrestler as I want to be, but here’s a reality check. OWA, not just Saturday Night Odyssey, but ALL of the Omega Wrestling Alliance is just FULL of people who can do that. That’s what makes OWA so damn special, everyone can GO! So what separates the men from the boys or the women from the girls is the content of your character. Who you are as a person. Well I would like to think that this is not much a shock to some of you, but they call me The Girl with the Burning Passion for a reason! The flames had passed over for quite a bit of time after things in the past just could never work out. I’m truly unsure of what it was, I would call it lack of experience. Back then I didn’t understand what I know now and I could not piece together the things I was getting wrong and put all of my raw potential to proper use and focus it into true ability. Now I am much wiser than the Nicole Fyre some of you would have experienced a short couple of years ago…

And YES, the scope of my ambitions is much broader than they once were. When I first came around, my goals were very simple, be an amazing wrestler who the fans could believe in and have fun putting on excellent matches. But now I am here for a few key reasons. I want to be a champion! Sure I’ve held a few titles here and there in smaller promotions...but when it comes to places with the reach and influence of OWA. A company with the sheer size and name value of this one….I have always been nothing more than a role player in the background. And that is NO MORE! I SNAP THAT STIGMA RIGHT IN HALF OFFICIALLY! I have so many people counting on me this time to pull through and live up to my potential. Failure is NOT AN OPTION! I’m going to become OWA Women’s World Champion someday! Now I realize how things work. I was born at night, but it wasn’t last night. It’s going to be a long time before I get a proper crack at the World Championship. So maybe I should shift my sights over to the Goddesses Championship instead? Or even the newly freed up Ring of Opportunity? If I could get my hands on that then It’s not a matter of if, it’s becomes a matter of WHEN! But once again, You have to walk before you can run, and you have to crawl before you can walk. I want to take a full sprint right out of the gate, but that’s just not how things work. And that leads me to my opponent this week. Someone who I know a lot better than I thought when I first saw the name. I pondered “Who is this Persephone Bane person?” “I’ve never heard of her, yet she has an impressive resume, how is that possible?” But then it all came clear to me… Because not only did I once lose my fire...but it seems now that even the Sun has lost its Shine.

Persephone Bane, formerly Savannah Sunshine. Now I am not going to sit here and act the way you expect me to. I’ve seen you on twitter and I’ve seen all sorts of people from Jessica Havoc to Scotty Adams, to Donny Dragon, to even Aria Jaxon herself all come out and claim that you’re just lost and you need to snap out of this trance and come back to us as your proper self. I view things a bit differently however. Only you can dictate whether you bring back the Sunshine or remain the Bane of our women’s Roster. And that’s a decision that whether you know it or not, whether you like it or not….you simply are not ready to make yet. So I say embrace this new life you have crafted for yourself. This internal struggle for supremacy within your psyche is going to be a long and drawn out one. And I cannot help you unless you can help me help you. But Miss Bane, it is a pleasure to meet you for the first time. I have no idea what has happened to Savannah that has caused you to be released onto the world like this. But you may have picked the wrong time to show yourself! The Fyre Starter is here to burn up anyone who gets in her way of HER dreams and aspirations. I refuse to be swallowed up into the darkness the same way you were. As The Flame Princess, I suppose that makes me the shining ray of light that opposes you so much, huh? Well this is only going to get to be a One Night Stand Persephone, because I have other goals in mind afterwards that involve dealing with people who are not you, unless you happen to become Women’s World Champion or Goddesses Champion before I do. But your simple fear tactics have no effect on me! I won’t run away and cower in fear just because you threaten me with violence or talk in a creepy manner. If Savannah Sunshine is as strong as I know her to be, eventually she’ll break out of the background of your conscious and take control back. And then you shall be no more. A simply candle fire blown away effortlessly. Me? I am here to Entertain and Inspire. That begins tomorrow on Odyssey...AGAINST YOU! Consider me a Phoenix rising from the ashes in fact, my career fully REBORN!

[[Nicole gives a wink and a confident smirk towards the camera as it fades away into black.]]

Reginald Dampshaw III. 

A veteran in this business. 

I never expect to meet you anytime soon.

But here we are, we are going to fight againts each others this week in that square ring where one of us will be walking out of the building as a winner while the other walking out as the loser. You’re not a joke, Reginald. You’re a fast learner, you’re one of the best International Sensation in this business, and you’re definitely going to win The OWA World Championship sooner or later. I don’t have a problem with that actually. I can accept you as a leader for this company. You’re a true fighter and that’s something I can’t overlook. You’re very capable to do that.

Can’t you see? You are a Wrestling Machine. Your blood, vains, and DNA are all about wrestling. Your hands are for punching somebody’s face. Your legs are for kicking someone’s ass. Your teeth are for bitting somebody’s nose. Everything you do, you always do it the best. You might be failed to win Clash of Titans match just like I do but you don’t need to feel bad or frustate. Dissapointment and failures are part of wrestling, I’m sure you already know that. 

Now let’s talk about me. I’ll go with my personal life first. You right, Reginald. I was a Swedish. My Parents and all My Siblings ARE Swedish. Meaning I’ll always be a Swedish. It’s in my DNA. But, the reason why I decided to jump to America was because America gave me an opportunity to accomplish something in my life that I will never forget. I’m trying to return the favor.

Which bring me to this topic. I might be a new guy in Professional Wrestling business but I’m an Olympic Gold Medalist and what have I done? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I failed to beat Isaac Thornton and Layne Kurobane. I failed to win The Class of Titans match. I’m just simply a punching bag and a target practice to everyone. No, I’m not asking for your sympathy. If you want to laugh at me and insult me, then just do it Reginald, because you have a right to say anything you want. I know, I already said it to you that dissapoinment and failures are part of this sport, but I can’t help but to think I’ve dissapointed America and that really piss me off. 

But you know what? Complaining isn’t a best solution. I have to do something about it. I should beat you. I know how tough you are  but I have to win for my own sake too and for America. I know how hungry you are Reginald, but I don’t want to waste this big opportunity. I’m going to make a big wave in this company, starting from you.

That’s fine if you don’t  want to trade holds with me Reginald. OWA isn’t olympic. I get it that Professional Wrestlers have their own style. But one thing I do know is, you and I are capable to bring the house down and put a classic match together. I always want to bring a smile to every single fans in the arena because they are my motivation. America deserves something great. Now, I know how much struggle I’m currently dealing in this company, but as you said, I have a lot of fans behind my back. I’m tired to let them down. I want to give them my first victory in this business.

Therefore, I don’t want to lose to you, Reginald. I’m not going to back down and I’m not going to hold myself back. What am I gonna do to beat you though? I can make you tap. I can knock you out. Hell. I can snap your ankle. I have everything under my sleeves to beat you. You can try to pop my eyes out of their sockets with your bare hands or scratching my skins with your nails but If you think for a second that you’ll be able to do them both easily then you’ll be in a state of shock. I know I haven’t tasted a victory in this business but I always pushed my opponents to their limits. Isaac Thornton had to break a lot of sweats in order to beat me. The reason why Scott Oasis beat Layne Kurobane was because Layne wasn’t in his best because of me. I gave Layne some minor injuries and that’s why he failed to beat Scott Oasis. Even some men like Keelan Callihan, Gareth Carson, Aren Mstislav, Jeff X, and Donny Dragon know what I’m capable off when I showed them what I’m really about.

You better bring your A-Game, Reginald, because you’re gonna need it. You’re going to learn why I’m an Olympic Gold Medalist. To be honest, my A-Game is fine tune-in and ready to be unleashed. I’m ready to unleashed it to beat you right in the middle of the ring. You still have time to prepare yourself. Just use this opportunity to learn what I’m capable enough to beat you.

Oh, It’s True! It’s Damn True!

Episode 1: The Return

(The camera opens to Billy and Jimmy Wild standing outside a local Cracker Barrel. Both brothers are wearing ‘Ichiban’ Carlos Rosso t-shirts and a pair of jeans.)

Billy: Hey guys, you miss us?

Jimmy: Because we missed you all! You see after our short stint at the last place, we look our time to travel around the world, grapple at a couple of spots, and help out at the ‘ol War Room Dojo.

Billy: Which is where we were approached by one CM Nas himself! He asked us ‘what do we want out of life?’

Jimmy: And we answered “Simply put? To be the best damn tag team in the universe!”

Billy: So he made a call to good ‘ol BNB - Bad News Bart - and here we are, chilling on Mount Olympus! Sipping on some ambrosia, enjoying the elite contract we signed!

Jimmy: Because apparently, tag team wrestling have fallen off the past couple of years. OWA has notice this to and are on a mission to make tag team wrestling relevant again!

Billy: Now we took a look at the tag layout over at OWA and we noticed a few things…

Jimmy: First off - congrats to Auntie Tarah and Bull Connors with an amazing victory at Clash of the Champions! 

Billy: Secondly - we can see that they’re attempting the rebuild the landscape of their tag division. 

Jimmy: And third - it still can use a bit of spice.

Billy: That’s where yours truly comes in! We may had our fair share of ups and downs, but we like what the OWA brand represents and want to lend our abilities to making the their tag scene the most competitive place on the planet!

Jimmy: We are tasked with leading the way - and lead we shall! Our first two followers/opponents are Nolan Eliwood and Maggall!

Billy: Maggle!?

Jimmy: Actually I think it’s Moogle…

Billy: Kupo!?

Jimmy: Hmm. We’ll get back to you guys with that one. 

Billy: You know these two reminds me of a buddy cop comedy…

Jimmy: Who calls themselves the Phantom Troupe?

Billy: Yoshihiro Togashi called. He wants that name back.   

Jimmy: Now Billy! We shouldn’t be so insulting to our opponents! If they’re Hunter x Hunter fans, let them BASK in their fandom!

Billy: Maggall and Eliwood should be BASKING in greatness rather than fandom. Time and place, boys.

Jimmy: Regardless, we have a match to win this Friday. It’s time the Wild Boys make their return!

Billy: And no - we didn’t rip from Duran Duran. Wild(e) is actually our surnames!

Jimmy: And we are DEM BOIS!

(Billy turns to Jimmy with a grin on his face)

Billy: You think they like Yahtzee?

Jimmy: (smiles) I hope so because they’re about to get a double dose of it!

(Both brothers superkick at the camera)

Billy: See you tomorrow, bozos.

(Billy and Jimmy walk off screen)

I am the anti-product,
Rock me to the bone.




All the evidence is there.  Big contest lost, appearances missed, and it looks as though the machine has vanished into thin air.  Run after failing at holding onto his championship gold, pushed aside by the underdog, not able to take the limelight.  While that would be the easy explanation, it's not quite that simple.


I needed to revisit my outlook on some things.  The more and more I have met these lost souls in the New York and Philadelphia areas, the more I realized there were more out there that I could connect to.  More young people who could help me see what I could do to help them out the most.  So I took to the road.  Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, until I found myself at the edge of the Pacific.  Overlooking the water, I realized what I could do for them, and what would benefit myself.


I made a call.


And I set my home here in Los Angeles.  The City of Angels, as it's called, though I haven't found it to be quite that just yet.  The upper crust is not something I'm interested in getting to know, nor is there much opportunity to do so.  My time has been spent in the slums, the communities that need inspiration, reminding them that if this fallen monster can get back up time and again and face the music, they can, too.  "But didn't you give up after losing your title?" they might say, to which I respond . . .


No.


You will be able to see me on Friday nights.


Ken Maeda, you have been brought up by the dojos of the Far East.  That is the extent of which I know you.  But, at Odyssey, it will not matter.  This is simply step one for me.  For those lost souls I am representing.  Because while the system normally fails the less fortunate...this machine does not.

Donny is sitting on a bed in a motel, reading an Archie comic and eating a bowl of Frosted Flakes.
 
HELL of a week, right? I mean, I made my OWA debewwww in the Clash of the Titans match and put the whole world on notice. Not too long ago, after I was rejected in my OWA try-out, I get a phone call, telling me that they want to me have a slot in a match that will determine the number one contender for a world title opportunity at Final Destination! I go from not being on their radar to being in the mix with the best of the best. And I got to do it while standing side by side with my mentor and BEST FRIEND, Nate Cage! The people saw what I was capable of, as I slapped anyone and everyone into subbies, tearing off limbs and taking names!
 
Of course, I’m not toooo thrilled with how things went. After all, getting thrown out be Jeffy boy wasn’t exactly in my plans, but hey, he got thrown out right after so tit for tat, right? I didn’t put in an embarrassing performance, I rose to the occasion and made the name “Donny Dragon” mean something. And with that, I find myself booked for this week’s episode of Kingdom. Gotta say, not massively thrilled about the guy I have to face. I have one simple rule in professional wrestling: if I can’t pronounce their name, then that’s cause for concern. So, what do we know about…
 
Donny double checks his phone and squints a little.
 
Adele Mar Sewer? Is…is that it? Look, I’m a big fan of pop music, so I’ll just call you Adele for my own sanity. Right, so he’s a 400 lb German who wants to bring wrestling back to its roots. Well, Adele, I hope you’ve had your bacon and eggs, because rooted is exactly what I plan on making you.
 
 
 
 
Oh yeah, that’s Gentrax, bee tee dubs, he’s a dragon spirit who’s inhabited my body ever since a sacred ritual gone wrong back in Japan. ANYWAAAAYYYYY, Adele, my predetermined foe. You’re a big guy, strong, tough, got a nice haircut, probably listen to Wagner, I dig it, really. But don’t you think you’ve got better things to do with your life than throw your weight around and beat people up? Wrestling’s got enough big dudes with a chip on their shoulder to fill an Over Eaters Anonymous meeting, you feel me? I mean, look at the Clash. Monograph came back, Rob Gronkowski was there, we’ve got our fill of thicc bois. But hey, I’m not about that body shaming, because you, my friend, are an absolute unit. I’m sure that you hit hard and don’t want to play around, so I’ll show you the respect you deserve and make sure to give you the match of your life in your debew. The people that pack that arena didn’t really know much about me, it was my job to make them believe, and I want to give that to you as well. I mean, I don’t want you to win, perish the thought. No, no, I want to give the people something memorable, like how the freaky, European giant tapped out to the scrawny American who thinks he’s Japanese.
 
 
I know what I’m doing! Point is, Adele, your strategy probably boils down to hit me really damn hard until I can’t get back up anymore. There’s one thing you have to know about me though, I never stop getting back up. Due to legal reasons, there’s information that pertains to my past that I can’t fully divulge here. But I was raised in the illegal fight circuit of Japan. I’d enter the bowls of Hell itself and be paid to take on dudes that ranged from twigs to tree trunks. I’ve seen guys like you everywhere, you’re a dime a dozen. Height and weight can be turned against an opponent in a flash, you see. All it takes is to get you in that one hold that puts your joints through agony, and you’ll drop to the floor yelling uncle like anyone else. I’m not a man who is content with putting on a good showing against a guy almost twice my size, and nearly scraping away with a victory, my desire is to cut you down to size and make you realise that being the big man isn’t enough to last in this industry.
 
I’m also a little perplexed by your goals. Feel free to call me out on this, but you think wrestling needs to go back to the “old ways,” and that young kids like me are ruining the industry’s rep? Is that it? Again, feel free to tell me I’m wrong, not that I’m too bothered because I’m gonna keep talking. Unless you’re in my motel room and are listening to this conversation right now.
 
Donny looks under his bed and lets out a sigh of relief.
 
Ah, safe and sound. Anyway, what…what exactly do you mean by the “old ways?” Because that’s…pretty relative, isn’t it? I mean, do you mean the 90s, when it was all about counterculture and disrespect? The 80s, when it was all about crazy characters and being akin to a Saturday morning cartoon? The 70s, when everyone was inexplicably from the deep South and wore sunglasses? Or the decades before all that, when wrestling was just an hour of two hairy big dudes rolling around on the floor? Come on man, wanting to take wrestling back to how it used to be is such a meaningless goal. It’s got more holes than the Swiss cheese I foolishly had before the Clash – which is why I didn’t win, by the way, indigestion’s a killer – there are people who think wrestling should be this and should be that, and they’re stuck in the past, man! Wrestling doesn’t have to be any one thing, it’s what you make of it. Look at OWA, there are characters, pure technicians, gimmicky matches, five star classics, and a Junior Heavyweight divi- err, Cruiserweight division. There’s room for everyone and you’re here to just make it about yourself, how selfish!
 
I mean, yeah, you’re free to believe what you want, but I’m free to call out your beliefs as dumber than Jeff X’s haircut. You think the younger generation are soft? I once snapped a man’s arm in half while part of my cranium was exposed for thirty bucks and a box of dumplings! You think I’m scared of a man whose only apparent personality trait is hitting me in the chest really hard? What are you gonna do, slap me to death? I don’t fear you, Adele, I only fear what my beloved pro wrestling will become with somebody like you being allowed to run around and make it whatever you want. No man should be enabled in shaping a sport into his own, singular vision, what a boring world that would be to live in. The Adele Mar Sewer Show, two hours of chops and rest holds, my God, the ratings will be through the roof! I can’t wait to give you the rude awakening you deserve on Kingdom, because hearing you cry out in anguish as I make you regret all of your life choices will be fun an heck.
 
 
 
 

Donny goes back to his reading material and nutritious meal as the screen fades to black.

(Maggall is seen laying about relaxing in a Patriot's jersey, as he is approached by Hugh Jack.)
 
Hugh: Maggall I’d like to..
 
Maggall: Don’t know, don’t ask.
 
Hugh: About the Phantom Troupe
 
Maggall: Don’t know, don’t ask.
 
Hugh: Thoughts on Aria wi—
 
Maggall: Don’t know, don’t ask.
 
Hugh: Won’t you talk about anything?
 
Maggall: I realize I’ve been too tense lately, so I’ve decided to chill. Been spending time with some Jamaican brothers, listening to some old Snoop Dogg. Now I don’t care about shit aside from eating nice pizza and meeting some nicer ladies.
 
Hugh: But people want to hear of your thoughts on your tag match this week. The new Wild Boys….
.
Maggall: Nobody cares about some random tag team that’s crawled into OWA. Don’t worry, I’ll show up. I’m MAGNANIMOUS after all. Bart keeps putting Nolan and I in these tag matches as if trying to test my generosity, but as long as I’m getting paid I can’t complain. I’ll just bide my time.
 
Hugh: But don’t you want to do your part welcoming a fresh team in OWA?
 
Maggall: I’m not the damn welcoming committee, I barely consider myself a member of this roster. We were supposed to invade this place. Now I feel like we tried to pull off a heist, everyone ran off, and I’m left with the bag as the are cops grilling me for some bullshit.
 
Hugh: But the Dollhouse and Killer Alpha Squad might be wat---
 
Maggall: (Yawn)
 
Hugh: But what about love for tag team wrestling!
 
Maggall: (Maggall squints at him.)
 
Hugh: Well these are the guys.
 
(Maggall lazily accepts the picture.)
 
(After seeing the two individuals, Maggall is taken over by some sort of primal instinctual rage! As if something about them has scratched the darkest part of his psyche. He mumbles something about middle schoolers and Generation something before his rage boils over!)

Maggall: I WILL DESTROY THESE LITTLE PINT-SIZED PUNKS!

OH WHEN I’M THROUGH WITH YOU! OH MY GOD, WHEN I’M THROUGH WITH YOU! YOU WILL SEE! YOU WILL SEE!



(Maggall storms off.)

When the smokes clears and the match is over, only one will earn the right to point to that sign.

(Moongoose McQueen raises one finger in the air)

This, this is that finger that will do what is possibly the most cliché thing anyone can do, but it’s a rite of passage. It’s monumental moment, like a celebration of life. An euphoria that is cannot be matched. After all, you walked in with 29 other men, and you out lasted them all. Any man capable of doing that will earn the right to say they are the best, yes. In one night, you can make it out of obscurity and place yourself in the foreground for all to witness as you make your declaration. Who will I challenge for the grand prize at Final Destination?

It seems like everyone here thinks they have the answers. I suppose it would be too brash to start thinking about these things, but alas, not everyone is Moongoose McQueen. One way or another, at Clash of the Titans, I will make my move. People don’t think I’ve been aggressive enough to win such a big bout. And they would be right. I haven’t even begun to lift a finger.

(Moongoose McQueen points again)

Yet here it is, mere hours before the event, I’m ready. Think of it as preparing your victory speech, but one notion, One mere notion, will say it all. That is how important this moment is going to be. This will be the pivoting and defining moment in which the road to Final Destination begins.

(Moongoose keeps staring at it, and even tries to polish his nails and stares at it almost as if trying to see his reflection)

Perhaps it’s wrong to be thinking about what pose to strike before the actual fight. After all, this is the pose they will erect statue of me. On February 2, 2019, history will be made. A new era will be brought forward, and you all might not be ready. You all might be scared of what I plan to do. After all, change is terrifying, but a necessity for  growth. I will win Clash of the Titans. I will be pointing at the sign, and I’ll continue to point beyond that. This isn’t a one stop destination for me. This is everything. Every night that I’ve wrestled. Blood, sweat, tears, This will be my fruition. This is role. And next year. I will be what people point to, for I will be the new standard for OWA.

 
 
So, this is what awaits me, this is all that could be mustered? I expected more, really, I did. Dulce is the ONLY person who ever remotely put up a fight. She’s the one who looked at me and figured that maybe, just maybe I was the odds on favourite. That’s right, I’m the woman you should be putting your money on. Not Dulce, not Diantha, not the absentee Savannah Sunshine, me, Natalie Cage.
 
And who decides to crawl out of the woodwork and greet me with their presence? Bottom feeders with nothing to say but far too many words to say it in. Eris, spare me, please. I’ve had absinthe that’s given me less severe headaches than you. You wanna prove that you’re not all smoke and mirrors? I only say it because you’ve shown me nothing to the contrary. I’ll happily remind you why you went away though, being embarrassed by me is your biggest achievement at this point. It’s your legacy, babe. I’m proud of you, seriously. Years from now, when I’m still the hottest commodity in this business and you’re an answer to a pub quiz question, people will look back to this time and remember just how good I was at making you look like a fucking idiot. How you talked and talked and talked and still got slapped up at every turn. How you kept on losing to the woman who was never supposed to make it and inadvertently made her an even bigger star at your own expense. You’re a funny fucker, Eris, your lack of self-awareness is a sight to behold.
 
Who the fuck else is there who decided to jack their jaw? Oh yeah, Nikita LaShae, the new girl. Don’t think for one second that because I like you, it means I won’t drag your name through the mud. I like every woman who actually bothers to have a personality and speak their mind, so I suppose you’re not special in that regard. At least you actually showed your face, though, plenty of “prospects” ain’t been doing enough of that lately. Thing is, we’ve been over this song and dance before. Dulce regaled us all with her younger years and I even pitched in a little. I guess it was sharing time. But I’m bored of it now. People change and they do so in a very short span of time. I don’t care that you’re from a broken home, I don’t care that your mum’s a bit of a bitch. Boo fucking hoo. We’ve all got a sob story, girl, it doesn’t define who we are. If I had to go into detail about my shitty childhood every time I cut a promo, I’d probably still be talking about it now. Thing is, I’ve moved past all the bullshit and know that is has no place in a match like this. When you’re standing in that ring and the only thing keeping you an active combatant is gravity, nobody’s thinking about where you’re from or why you are the way you are. All they’re thinking about is how they can most effectively remove you from the equation. I’m interested to see what you get done in that ring, don’t get me wrong. This is a hell of a match for somebody to make their in-ring debut in. Thing is, you’re in my turf now and you best respect the pecking order. If you want to come at the king then you'd better not fucking miss, because I’ll be ready with the full force of my dominance to remind you how things work in my neck of the woods.
 
So that leaves me with one last woman to address…my dear Diantha. What the fuck happened to you? And don’t tell me I left and it drove you crazy because I've heard it one too many times. I get it, you’re getting over a messy break up, move the fuck on, Lord knows I did. Fuck me, I upgraded. I went from some nutjob backwoods cult member to a sexy authority figure. You should look into moving up in the relationship ladder, Diantha, it’ll do you a world of good. Yes, I abandoned you, because I knew that I’d soon be considered cannon fodder by my brother and his mental mates. You’re living proof of that. When was the last time Wolvesden even supported you, Di? I don’t see them rushing to your aid in matches. If my brother cared AT ALL about you, you’d be flanked by a squadron of his soldiers wherever you went. But I don’t see that, all I see is a fractured husk, lecturing to poor, lost little girls who really deserve better.
 
You’ve devoted far too much time and energy to me, Diantha, it’s not good for you. Between your brother apparently having an identity crisis and you turning into Good Will Cunting, you might wanna check up on your family’s medical history, I’m sure a few anomalies will arise. I’ve got nothing else to say to you that I haven’t already. Yeah, you’ve knocked me down a few times, even landed me in the hospital. Still got up and put you right though, didn’t I? You’ve got no friends left, no allies. You wanna talk about how I’ve betrayed myself? Nah. This is who I’ve always been. It’s high time that you woke up and realised the reality you currently occupy is nothing more than a façade in wolf’s clothing.
 
 
Busy day tomorrow. Busy, busy day. I’ve got 19 women to set straight and a world title shot to get. I’d like to stick around and talk shit a little more but if I’m honest, nobody’s given me much reason to. Tatty bye.
 

 
 
I thought I was the man. I thought I had something to say. I came forward when nobody else would and called out every fucker in the Clash. I brought up my wins against them, what I’ve done here and the great things I will go on to do. And did they care? Did they fuck. In my arrogance, my blind, hopeless arrogance, I forgot where I was. I forgot about the egos that surround me. I thought I was so big, throwing my weight around, calling out the top dogs. But they don’t care. Why would they? What am I to them? Maybe Nas was right, maybe I’m a newcomer who he’ll gladly swat away so he can continue in his top spot. Fuck, what have I got to show for all my bragging? A tag title and a second-place award for a tournament I made it my mission to win. Hell, Aria said it herself, my sister’s become a bigger deal than me in half the time. My own flesh and blood overtook me and is on the cusp of greatness. Why? Because I stood by and let it happen like a sad sack of shit.
 
 
The Red Right Hand, that’s what I call myself. That means I’m the conduit through which a higher power chooses to exact their vengeful ways. If somebody has made an enemy out of this power, it’s me who gets sent in to do the dirty work. What is that higher power? God? Kenny? My own delusions? Is there even a higher power to begin with? Do I just tell myself that I do what I do because I’m simply following orders? That makes me no better than a guard at a concentration camp. That makes me no better than the Russians who raped and pillaged Afghanistan. It makes me a tool of war. It doesn’t make me a man.
 
 
Maybe, just maybe, I’ve been going about this all the wrong way. I’ve heard what all of you have to say and I’ve taken it on board. I’m everything you say I am. Hypocrite, zealot, liar, deceiver, fraud. I’ve taken every shortcut in this life to get to this point and I don’t see an end in sight. I’ve got bullets coming at me from all directions and I don’t even know where to begin. Gareth Cason, my oldest foe, you’ve never perceived me as a threat. I know that now. Why would you? Your record speaks for itself, you’re a man who knows how he’s perceived but knows it’s insignificant in the grand scheme of things. You’ve beaten men that I was unable to beat, it’s true. You’ve took the industry by the horns and I could easily see you headlining Final Destination. You’re a dangerous man, that’s no lie. But your dismissal of me hasn’t planted doubt, it’s only made me see things as clear as day. You don’t give a shit about me and you’ve no reason to. I have to create that reason. I have to find something inside of you that may or may not exist: fear. I have to extrapolate that fear and use it against a man who has everything to gain. All I stand to gain at this point in time is a slice of humanity. Because I’m not entirely sure it’s all there anymore.
 
 
Carlos, Mongoose, I don’t think anyone’s taking you seriously going into this. It’s strange to think but let’s be honest, Carlos has suffered a psychotic break that makes me look sane. Either that or it’s an elaborate ploy to catch everyone off guard. Who cares? You’re not here to win, you’re here to regain some of that Rosso pride that’s gone AWOL. You did take it to me and the pack last year. We fought in battles that I actually look back on with a fondness. The ultimate truth is that we were smart enough to overwhelm and eradicate you. It wasn’t personal, it’s survival of the fittest. That’s something I’ve always believed in. Mongoose? You’re obviously pursuing goals that I’m not too interested in. You’re not inserting yourself into petty spats or anything like that, you’re setting out to “save” us all. Admirable, but foolish. The only saviour that is needed right now is a man who isn’t concerned with shaping existence around their ego. You’re a sick man, McQueen, which means a lot coming from me. You’re not smart enough to know that everybody can’t wait to embarrass you, but not dumb enough to remove yourself from the equation. Honestly, I pity you.
 
 
Isaac, the man who helped me believe. You fancy yourself an entertainer and you’re exactly that. What you said was cutting but necessary. You don’t care about me and I was a fucking idiot to think otherwise. Your only discernible personality trait is your grandiose, self-absorbed nature. But great pride will always precede a fall, my friend. You sold out your closest ally for a favourable spot in this match, that’s low. Not even I’d do something like that. But in doing such a brazen thing, you’ve shown your hand. You’ve told the world that you’re willing to bypass any pre-determined role that you have to get your own way. I’m known for doing the same, this is a fact. Problem is that I know when to pick my battles and when to sit them out. You’re going to be walking in fresh, while an exhausted field watch you saunter to the ring. And they’ll all be thinking the same thing: “Get rid of him, he’s trouble.” Before you know it, every Alpha in the ring’s survival instincts kick in, something I think you lack. And before you’ve even found your footing, you’re on the floor, wondering where it all went wrong. Tell me I’ve misread you, Isaac, tell me. Because the last time we faced off, I knew your heart wasn’t in it, and that’s precisely why I beat you, you dumb cunt. Because I worked out fairly quickly that you would be a nice, easy win. There’s not a lot to you beyond your sharp wit and good looks, is there? No, just a man who doesn’t realise that the best course of action might just be to keep his mouth shut for once.
 
 
Jeff, Reginald, I hope you’re ready. We’re all very familiar with each other at this point and that puts a smile on my face. Everybody needs those people in their lives that drive them, who make them feel something. Jeff, I believe that’s who you are to me. You can try to present yourself as the loner. You can sleep in as many hotels with as many beautiful women as you like to mask your inner self. When you see me, a fire is lit. You become so enraptured with passion that it’s mesmerising. I’ve never seen you hit harder or faster than when you’re sharing the ring with me. It’s not that I’m able to get under your skin, it’s just that you love coming back for more. Is it victory you crave? Vindication? My respect? All of the above? Only you know the answer to that. But the beauty is that you can’t get rid of it. You can tell yourself all you like that your mind is set on winning the Clash, and I believe you to an extent. But the moment I appear in your presence, the fire will be lit. You will have the uncontrollable urge to beat me down and try within all your might to ruin whatever semblance of a shot at glory that I had. And I want that, Jeff. I want the 100%, unfiltered, hard drinking, jailbird, deadbeat dad badass that Jeff X is. I want you not to compromise, not to hesitate, I want you to shatter my jaw and make me choke on the bone fragments while I look up at my conqueror. Pity that we can’t always get what we want, because that is a scenario that exists in my thoughts and my thoughts alone. Reality’s often a bitter pill to swallow, so while you’re trying so desperately to make me respect your great strength and determination, I’ll take my beating like a man and dump you over the top whenever it’s convenient for me. That is my promise to you, Jeff. And I haven’t broken a promise yet.
 
RD3…you seem angry. I get it, really, I do. You want the world to know that you’re more than a highlight reel. I’m with you, you and Layne put on one of the best pure wrestling matches I’ve ever seen. It was…it was a masterpiece. The fact you’re basically an afterthought in this match isn’t fair, I say. You hurt me, bad. I could barely walk back to the locker room after our match. You made me feel pain, and pain reminds me that I still have something to give to this world. I respect what you’re trying to do but I can’t bring myself to respect you. All you’ve earned is a much more concentrated focus. A more precise measure of punishment. I want you to know that when I’m hurting you, it’s out of courtesy. It’s a reminder that you’re not the only man in the OWA who’s capable of doing unspeakable things. If this upsets you, I understand. But you wanted the mean, cruel side of me the first time around, and now you’re gonna get it. Because if I have to resort to my darkest sensibilities to eliminate your chances of success, believe me, I will.
 
 
There’s only two more people I need to address, isn’t there? The elephants in the room. And believe me, they’re big fucking elephants. CM Nas and Aria Jaxon. OWA’s two brightest stars. The people you think of when you think of this sport. Too long have I admired you both from afar, it’s time to get up close and personal. Aria…I consider beating you to be my greatest achievement and it took you to make me realise that that’s where I’ve gone wrong. I don’t think you’re a sham, I don’t think you’re overrated. I’m just sick of your fucking face. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it, I’m not going to dress it up with fancy hyperbole and verbiage like I usually do. I see a major star that I took out who’s still a major star. And what have I done? Nothing. I’ve not applied myself to solve this problem. Because you’re spot on when you say that upsets happen in what we do. It’s on me to prove that beating you was no upset. It’s up to me to prove that I belong in the ring with the people who are seen as great. I have to appreciate that the past is the past and can never be revisited. Shaping the future, that’s the key to all of this. You, you’re the status quo right now. You’re the one who everyone wants to beat and even if they do beat you, it doesn’t mean much if they can’t convert that momentum into anything meaningful. I mean, you said it yourself, I’ve never had a world title shot and all I’ve done is complain. If an irrelevant fuck like Jon McAdams can get multiple world title shots, then maybe the problem isn’t management. Maybe the problem is me. I need a shift in attitude or, at the very least, a shift in perspective. I get it now. And I have you to thank, Aria. You threw the ice cold water on my face and made me into a believer. For that, I’m eternally thankful. But beware, your pinpoint accurate words might just have created a nightmare from which there is no waking up.
 
Last and certainly not least…CM Nas. You’re right to be proud, you’re right to go for the jugular of every last person in this match. You’re number one in both the wrestling world and in the Clash. If you make it to the very end, and I have no doubt that you will, you’ll have seen the faces of every competitor. Everyone you’ve called out, everyone you’ve antagonised, they’ll get their shot at throwing you out. And every next one that comes out will be fighting a more exhausted version of you than the last. Each time that buzzer rings, it’s another fresh face who’s looking to get a piece of the head of the pack. I certainly don’t envy you, but I also do not underestimate you. I’m sure plenty of people in this match do, they’re fools. You may not like me and you may not respect me, and you have no reason to, but I’m sure you know me. I’m sure you know that I am no fool. I’m capable of looking at things from perspectives that aren’t necessarily mine. People who are so set in their ways that they see no other variables have no place in this world. I’m sure we can agree on that. You’re a smart man. You have to be smart to survive in this industry of sharks and parasites. Men who just want to take advantage of your skills until your body becomes so old and broken that they cast you out. And sooner or later, they’ve already replaced you with a shiny new toy to play with. Some other schmuck who’ll be told they’re the very best and will change the face of this industry. I’ve seen this cycle far too many times and I think you might just be the one who breaks the chain. You’re too fucking smart to be cast aside, you’re a cerebral performer, a ring general. Thing is…I’m actually looking forward to fighting you. Not because I want to feel what it’s like to grapple with the very best, but because I want to see the look in your eyes when you realise this industry’s passed you by. When you realise maybe it is time to ride off into the sunset and let somebody else hold the reigns. You’ve got options, Nas, and lots of them. Hollywood calls, after all. When all is said and done, you won’t have to rely on appearances at conventions in godforsaken towns that nobody’s heard of. You’ll be getting paid millions to star on the silver screen, to endorse products on national television, to star in a Superbowl half-time commercial. All of that is the next step, the career beyond, if you will. Me? I don’t have that waiting for me because I haven’t earned it, it’s as simple as that. And how do I earn it? I go after the biggest dog in the yard and slap the taste out of his mouth. I walk up to a man who sees me as a rookie and I force him to say my name and I EARN his respect. I want the best for you once all this is over, because you’ve more than earned you keep. The politics, the bullshit management system, the unfair pay structure, you’ve witnessed all of it firsthand for years. Nothing I can say would be new information to you. That’s why I’m done talking and ready to take action. Destiny can only be mine if I grab it from those who wield it.
 
 
29 other people who all want the exact same thing I do. I can tell myself that I’m adequately prepared all I like, I’d only be running from the truth. Every new entrant adds a unique permeation to this rodeo. Fuck, we don’t even know half the field yet, which only adds to the excitement. I suppose all I have left to say is that there is nothing left to say. You all know who I am and what I want, and vice versa. You’re ready to put yourselves through the worst kind of hell to get the brass ring, which is why I have to jump and grab it first. Whoever stands in my way is not doing so out of spite, but out of duty. And if anybody falters in committing to their duty, then I will be the first to call them out on it. I’ll see you all soon, friends, don’t disappoint me.
 
 

Damn, Jeff X over compensating for something he doesn't have. ..... a chance at winning Clash of the Titans....... and a big dick. 

Favorites? Let’s take a look at that, and break down exactly what makes you the favorite to win this match? CM Nas has made a point, after all, he has “statistics”  and the power of anime on his side. I mean, HAKAI. Wow. You watch Dragonball Z and ripped off from another character. I’m so shocked and surprised.  Sarcasm, by the way. When what we should be looking at is not statistics, but patterns. I’m mean, numbers are impressive, but if there is anything that I’ve studied, it’s psychology and human behavior. What are the cause of certain actions? After all, Nas, I’m still confused as to why you would bare any connections and resemblances to those two that should not be named. I mean, how many personalities have you adopted in the past? We got Captiani, Escobar, the son of the so called “gawd”, and now, you adopted the CM monikor, for what reason? When last I checked, you despised those people, yet it’s almost as if you emulate them, but the truth is, and this is probably it, is you can’t shake off old habits. This is where you as a competitor and a human is fundamentally flawed, because I don’t think you know. Before you accuse me of pointing fingers and not knowing anything, the reality of it is, you don’t even know who you really are. Now we, as human beings are flawed. We don’t notice these habits, rather, we purposely deny it, and in the end, this will be your undoing. You think you are untouchable, but you are still some kid from Jersey who actually believes world championships and eliminations is what defines you, when we all know that most world champions become forgotten. So what makes you think you will stand out, when you don’t even fuckin realize it, but you are only there to further push the agenda of the people that you hate. See, Nas. I wouldn’t want you to win. I left a certain place, because I didn’t like a particular individual, and if you were the win and be ing the world title picture again, then I might as well be watching that show, then yeah, I agree, I’d be braindead. Nah, Nas, I stand by what I said. You are still a hack, and no one wants to see you in the main event scene, and if they do, keep that shit on Olympus. Forgive me if I prefer variety and not the see the type of egomaniacs talking about how I created this place, ergo, I’m the center of attention. If you think I’m going to let you make OWA your own personal playground, you best think again. What you need is a big dose of reality. You are not as special as you think, and all you are is a big fat reminder of the darkest point in OWA’s history. The part that lacks originality. The part that lacked suspense or surprise. The part in which I can see how desperate you are to cling to those old days, refusing to let go, but I’m gonna do you a solid. I’m gonna make you let go, when I send you flying over the top rope and eliminate you, and we’ll see how that affects your so called “statistics.”
 
Carlos, Carlos… CARLOS! Man. What happened to you? You use to be cool. Fuckin’ Olympus. Who neutered you? Real funny, guys, please return this man’s testicles and address them to Mao. Carlos Rosso. Wake the fuck up! Get Woke. Get your face over here so I can slap some sense in ya. You are an embarrassment to yourself and to me, because what happened to the son of a bitch that cheated and beat me to an inch of my life with electric gauntlets? What happened to the loud mouth arrogant brute that would attack my boys just to get an edge over me, and somehow, even when I beat them, and I beat you badly, you somehow pulled a world title out of your ass. What’s the end game here for Good Guy, Carlos Rosso. You might as well give that shit up now, because Nobi is the greatest Good Guy to ever step in this ring, and there is no amount of ass kissing and non-passive gestures that is going to wipe clean all the heinous horrible shit you have done. You acting like if we were in Clash of the Titans, I’d ask you to throw yourself out of the ring, and you’ll probably do it, and with that said, do us all a favor. If you aren’t going to come into this match at your best, you take yourself out of this match. Do us all that favor and don’t waste our times with this charades, and I mean it. You know me well. You know I’m honest. You know I’m a warrior who expects nothing less but the best from my opponents, and if you are going to tell me that this version of you now is your best, what a sad cry for help. I expect better from you. Even if Kindness can change the world, the lasting impact that is has is non-existent.   We all revert to our natural animalistic behaviors. When the time comes when, you will return, but until then, take this mid-life crisis shit, and bury it so deep, so deep, no one can see it. There is a difference between what you and I are doing. I’ll smile, I’ll act nice, but I am nice, but I know how to keep my personal life and business career separate. Now Personal Life Moongoose McQueen, he’ll tell you great job on being better and happy. But this is Business Moongoose McQueen,  and if you don’t get your shit together and actually fight with all your might, he is going to bury you so deep, no one is gonna find ya.
 
And Gareth. You know what else is Legit Fucking Dangerous? Arrogance. Such as when Icarus flew too close to the sun, only to drop to his demise, you believe yourself the man to win Clash of the Titans. Now maybe it’s my fault I don’t pay too much attention to Olympus. I blame that on Copycat Ninja Nas and “The Brain is my most underutilized muscle” Carlos Rosso. But you hear things. Granted, not on television no more, because who the heck watches television these days. Not having seen you on television, its hard to acknowledge anyone as the champion of a dying media. I mean, couldn’t you just been the OWA Streaming Champion? See, Televisions are relics of the past, but we are looking into the future. And Gareth Carson, I can see it. Just not so soon, after all, we wouldn’t want to see you burn out so quickly, after all, look at Scotty Adams, who was probably just as if not as good as you, and as much as I would love to see you fail, this moments is too crucial to risk the possibility of tuning into OWA and having to hear those 3 words over and over. Legit….. Fucking…. Disappointment. You have an impressive record, I’ll give you that. But what I won’t give you is a chance, after all, 30 men, 1 winner. The stakes are too damn high, and what we need isn’t a champion only good for defending. We need a champion who can lead, and quite frankly, you put so much into talent, you can’t even come up with a decent catchphrase. Once again, credit where credit is due. You didn’t rip off an anime. But I’m going to do OWA a huge favor, and let you continue to do what you do best. Be the best damn rep of the mid-tier division that you can be, because that is all you have proven to me or anyone else. You are dangerous, but dangerous doesn’t make you the best. Survival does, and I’m confident that anything you think you can bring to the table, I can handle it and return it in ten-folds. Prove it, take me out in one shot, and make it a good hit, because if you don’t, you’ll be legit… fucking.. .dead. See how annoying that is?
 
And Issac Thornton. Surprised you haven’t shot up the arena yet, with how edgy and angst you are. You really believe you are going to win Clash of the Titans. Well former actor slash former world title contender slash former anal pin cushion of directors and authority figures. You know what they say, if you dream it, you can make it, but you gonna have to dream on just a little bit longer, because you sure as hell ain’t going to be winning Clash of the Titans. I mean, you lost to Aria Jaxon. And the hilarious thing is, this isn’t the movies, this is real. Not to discredit Aria. Long live the queen, it’s ok. You can be still be queen. I’ll just be the OWA World Heavyweight Champion. We cool. But, how much faster can you drop to a point where it must be impossible to launch, let alone, climb out of that hole you dug and fell into. I mean, you could win Clash of the Titans, lets plays around with the possibility, but that isn’t going to solve any of the bigger issues you have. No one is gonna respect you. You aren’t going to start being casted into movies, and it’s not going to change the fact that Reginald, Hans, Jeff X, hell, even Nate Cage is more likable than you. I mean, Jeff and Nate are setting the bar real low, and it’s hilarious to see how hard to try to be accepted by claiming you don’t want to be accepted, because that’s what’s the cool kids are doing. Like is this Isaac Thornton the man or a character? Great character, sad… sad…sad. Little man. Like it trying to deal with a teenager. How old are you? Don’t answer that. I don’t want to kill the mood going into Clash of the Titans.  I’m going to tell you what I tell my kids. 8 year old twins, by the way. “You suck at this. That’s ok. But don’t go blaming it on others when you are at fault.” Maybe, Isaac, at the end the of the day, if you took criticism for what they are, suggestions, not insult, you could had been the next Steve Buschemi, and even the next Gabe Reno. After all, you made one tasteless racist black joke tonight, but if Gabe taught us anything, if you really commit and believe, you could be the GOAT. You feeling me… Niggler?...... Google it, it’s a real world. Always the critic, but not the criticized. Always the victim, but not the cause. And forever the loser, never a winner at life. I’m sure if Netflix is desperate enough to make a story about the tragedy of Isaac Thornton, they still wouldn’t even cast you to play, that’s how unconvincing you are, and spoiler alert, you winning Clash of the Titans…. Not convinced.

 

Well well well, back to business it seems huh Jacob? Yes that’s right, with John Doe and Stark pacified now the time has come for you and I to have our rematch. And it couldn’t come at a better time might I add. It’s a brand new year and this is how you kick off a new year for Friday Night Olympus. Without a doubt the two absolute best all around wrestlers walking the planet earth today having their long awaited rematch over the most important Heavyweight Championship in the history of our industry. Yes I realize I have been told by many in the past I have this way of romanticizing and emphasizing upon certain details that may or may not call for so much time and devotion put into them. Case in point Nas vs Senn two. Everyone knows how great you and I are Senn. The big rematch is here and the big silver strap hangs in the balance once more. At least...that’s what I would could AND rightfully should be talking about if it weren’t for a certain cockroach constantly crawling back into my career to meddle in my affairs. Carlos Rosso! This is the SECOND TIME that you have cost me a world championship opportunity! The first was when I was clearly owed an EAW World Championship rematch back in 2016 after I had Aren Mstislav beat clean as a whistle! Then he can only overcome me by using cheap tactics such as a low blow. But that’s fine because the premier talent’s always overcome adversity and reach the top one way or another, and I am no different. I beat yo ass and made you submit to me in 2 minutes and thirty-seven seconds exactly, then with time I captured to EAW Answers World Championship. Since the doors to the Omega Wrestling Alliance opened up my stock has skyrocketed even further! I’ve beaten the likes of Jacob Senn, Miltiades, and John Doe in my time and had the single most dominant stranglehold over a championship any man could possibly hope for. I made literally everyone around me a better performer just by being the best, yet STILL no one could touch me when it mattered. In the big main event battles when the Big Silver Championship was on the line there was not a single human being past, present, or future, who could outperform me and snatch that title from my grasp...except for Jacob Senn. BUT LIGHTING DIDN’T EVEN NATURALLY STRIKE TWICE FOR THE CURRENT CHAMP! I had Jacob Senn ON THE ROPES! Then you come waltzing on down and screw me out of what was rightfully mine, and why?! Because in your warped, twisted vision you see yourself more deserving of defeating Jacob than myself? Or were you afraid…? Afraid that if I were to recover the Omega Heavyweight Championship that your chances of winning it would go from slim to none! That’s the only reasonable explanation seeing as how ever since you’ve come here to OWA all you have done is LOSE! AND LOSE! AND LOSE!....oh and did I mention LOSE! Let’ face it Carlos, I have ALWAYS had your number in the ring. I mean when Aren and I were just babies in this business, youngins and all, we beat down you and GI Styles for your Unified Tag Team Titles when we made our big debut in EAW’S main rosters! You are the guy who couldn’t even get your veteran instincts to rub off on The Unchained members when you took it over! At least when I was a part of Phantom Troupe I held the SSW Freebird Tag Titles with Saul Omen, raising the stock of the stable I was in! If anything Carlos, you weighed down the group even further, just like you’re weighing down the Omega Heavyweight Championship scene right now. Now Christopher Sabertooth and I aren’t necessarily friends, but I respect the kid far more than you Rosso. And I hope he brings his A-Game against Senn! Now if I’m a betting man, I say Jacob wins...mainly because my bet relies on Senn winning. For you see I need Jacob Senn to remain OWA’S Omega Heavyweight Champion post Clash of the Titans because once I am victorious in the Clash of the Titans MATCH! I am going to headline the event that I CREATED for OWA! THE BIGGEST SHOW OF THE YEAR THAT WAS MY BRAIN CHILD! FINAL DESTINATION! IT IS ONLY RIGHT, ONLY FAIR THAT IF I, THE PILLAR OF OWA, AM GOING TO CREATE THIS PLATFORM, THIS OPPORTUNITY FOR EVERYONE IN THE COMPANY TO SHOWCASE THEIR TALENT TO ALL OF MAN, THAT I GET THE BIGGEST SHINE OF ALL IN RETURN! So in the end Carlos, I’m finna beat yo old ass and show you exactly who owns that ring when I throw you out of it single handedly REGARDLESS of what else is going on in the ring at that time! HAKAI!

But the field is filled with much more talent than just Carlos of course. I should know that better than anyone. I mean I helped fund this place and build it up from the ground. And it seems they all have the exact same thing to say huh? “Where is CM Nas” “Oh CM Nas sure seems to be quiet huh?” “Nas you got anything to add or nah?” HUH?! YOU ALREADY KNOW MY LOUDMOUTH ASS GOT SOMETHING JUICY TO SAY BOIS...and girl but I’ll address that later...ANYWAYS! AS I WAS SAYING! Hell Yeah I got something to say. Before I get to any of the rest of you individually, I just gotta say as a baseline. Yes, I am number One in the Clash of the Titans match. Yes I’ll literally have to overcome and outmatch ALL TWENTY-NINE OTHER COMPETITORS TO SECURE THE VICTORY! But guess what lads, no one thought back in the last rumble I was a part of that I would eliminate TEN PEOPLE IN ONE SITTING! AN ENTIRE THIRD OF A RUMBLE WAS TAKEN OUT JUST BY ME! Including the likes of Former World Champions Aren Mstislav, Carlos Rosso, and Scott Oasis! I mean Jesus Christ! And that was BEFORE I became a multi time world champion. BEFORE I became the Best Wrestler Alive. BEFORE I became the Conquering Messiah. And BEFORE I BECAME THE PILLAR TO THE OMEGA WRESTLING ALLIANCE! What does it mean to be The Pillar? It means this entire thing would crumble without me! You cannot have an OWA without a CM NAS! It’s just impossible to think otherwise. I mean I am the most influential man in our modern day Professional Wrestling Industry hands down! AND I’m crossing over into mainstream media! I’ve got hollywood callin me constantly, late night talk shows wanting me to be on all the time, podcasts always wanna be the first ones to get the scoop on the psyche of CM Nas. And maybe I’ll dabble in a couple of things here and there, but I am a PRO WRESTLER ABOVE ALL ELSE! I GET IT! STARPOWER WISE I’M GOING TO BE THE BIGGEST GUY IN THE RING AND EVERYONE IS GOING TO WANT ME GONE! JUST IMAGINE THE KIND OF RUB SOMEONE LIKE JEFF X, REGINALD DAMPSHAW III, OR MOONGOOSE MCQUEEN WOULD BENEFIT FROM IF THEY COULD LEAVE THAT MATCH SAYING THEY ELIMINATED THE ALL POWERFUL CM NAS! THE GOD OF DESTRUCTION HIMSELF! The fact of the matter is ladies and gents, if you are going to blast any other participant of a match like this and tell them why they will not be the winner, you MUST make valid statements in your favor over all of the others, THEN and this is the most important part, PROVIDE feats and statistics that showcase and communicate to the entire world your points otherwise you’re just going off of whatever warped idea’s your minds create like old man Carlos here. Which leads me right into Moongoose McQueen. You claim Fans are braindead for much more desiring to see me reclaim the Omega Heavyweight Championship than to watch you win the Clash of the Titans match and inevitably fail against either the Omega Heavyweight Champion or OWA World Champion at Final Destination! YET You give no evidence as to WHY you would make a superior challenger to either belt than myself. You just claim everyone is foolish for believing in my far more than they do for you. Don’t ya think for just a few moments...well clearly you don’t think at all otherwise you wouldn’t make ignorant statements without backing them up. BUT let’s be rational about this please Moongoose. Don’t you honestly think that my statistical background and previous feats I have shown to the world AS A WORLD CHAMPION and IN RUMBLE MATCHES make me look like the favorite?! If you don’t think so then it’s just one of two things. Either you are blindly being a contrarian purely for the sake of doing so, or you are the braindead fool pointing the finger at everyone else not even realizing how stupid you look for it. HAKAI! 

RD3, You have been an impressive young man everywhere I’ve seen you. Even able to compete a bit with the likes of Scott Oasis and Aria Jaxon. However you’re dealing with a completely different threat than either of them here buddy. I’m glad you see no reason in restricting yourself to only going after your fellow Kingdom mainstays. But you see there’s a problem here Reginald, a very blatant one in fact. And it’s simply that...you OBVIOUSLY do not recognize the stature of CM Nas and see that this matchup is not one that is winnable for you in your current state. You might catch me off guard a bit, but there’s no way you can beat ME of all people with just that. Lemme break it down to you like this. Mine is bigger and better than yours in every way possible. Fate did not destine you to face me in order for you to ascend using me as a stepping stone. Fate lined YOU up in front of ME so that you could be made yet another example of why you do not try CM Nas or else you risk destruction Dampshaw! HAKAI! NaS YoU’rE nOt Up To SnUfF aNyMoRe! HoW’s LiFe NoT aS ChAmP NaS?! Establish the New Guard my fucking ass okay Nate Cage? I take whatever bullshit you’re spewing out at me and rub my left nut with it, get the picture? You actually have the nerve to sit there and think your little insults can get the better of me? I am a man who was told for nearly EIGHT ENTIRE REAL LIFE FUCKING YEARS THAT HE WASN’T SHIT, NEVER WOULD BE SHIT, AND SHOULD JUST GIVE UP ON HIS DREAMS OF BEING THE MAN...or the Pillar in this case! That fact of the matter is The Omega Heavyweight Championship did NOT make me the Best Wrestler Alive! Hell I was the Best Wrestler Alive even before the Omega Wrestling Alliance opened its doors and smart ass kids like you got the chance to show a single person in the world who you even are. So don’t even try me like that again when, yes you said it yourself, we’ve never ever crossed paths. THIS IS FIRST TIME EVER LADIES AND GENTS! And I’m sure it’s one you’ve all been waiting for. The prodigy of the man who NEVER WINS Kenny Drake, ya know...the guy who my girlfriend beat the piss out of twice? Yeah, that guy’s subordinate up against ME?! CM NAS?! THE MAN WHO CARRIES THIS PROMOTION ON HIS BACK AND IS THE CENTRAL LIFE FORCE FOR THE OWA TITLE OR NO TITLE?! That’s a mismatch if I’ve ever seen one. I mean I’ll give you this, gave Scott Oasis a run for his money and you pushed Aria to her limits and all, but I am neither of those two. All respect to the both of them as they have achieved some insane things in their time in this business, but neither of them have ever been in the position I am in now nor hold the responsibility for ALL OF THIS THAT I NOW HAVE! Oh, and that whole deal about the New Guard, The World was fully exposed to CM Nas for the first time in Summer 2014, I got my first crack at World Title Gold in the Fall of 2016, I actually CAPTURED my first World Title in early Spring 2018. It hasn’t even been a full damn year since then yet. And I’m 33 Years Young. So CM Nas needs to move out of the way for the young cats coming up? No Junior. What you young boys need to do is first, learn patience. And two, take notes from someone who’s endured every bit of both joy and pain that comes with this industry, and is still young enough and strong enough to fight back with you and outpace you! I AM EVERYTHING! I mean, you couldn’t even become God of War Cage...how could you possibly hope to measure up to the God of Destruction? Give it a couple years son...HAKAI! Aria, I could go on and on about the history between the two of us. You know looking back I didn’t expect it to be nearly as extensive as it actually turned out to be. But I guess that’s what happens when you cross over between fighting the boys and the girls the way you did. Meh, it’s whatever to be honest. I have loads of respect for you, but I’m gonna let you know right here right now. Things are not ending up the same as they did at Exodus! I will not be beaten by you again. You had quite the impressive 2018 Ms. Jaxon, but even your reign as SSW Puroresu Heavyweight Champion pales in comparison to how I redefined what it meant to be a top tier Champion as OWA Omega Heavyweight Champion! Let me just one shot this one for ya, One V One Naruto beats Usagi. HAKAI!

“Where is CM Nas?” “Where is the Legend?” “I’ll wait.” You damn right you’ll wait Isaac, and you’ll enjoy every bit of it! Guess what kid, I’m honestly shocked from you most of all. Not because of how much you had to say about me, but because of how little you had to say about me. I mean...COME ON! This biggest star in the ring and industry. The man you’d get the absolute most name recognition and biggest momentum boost from vanquishing. The guy who owns the industry you just live in? It seems like a no brainer to me. Then again somehow with all of your gifts, and all of your abilities. Every tool that you possess. Somehow, someway, you still couldn’t piece them all together to capture the OWA World Championship. Then again neither could your old buddy Scotty Adams, how’s he doing by the way? I hope he’s well. You’re gonna need someone to comfort you once reality bitch slaps you silly at Clash of the Titans Isaac. You just ain’t it my guy. I don’t know if anyone on Kingdom has ever had the balls to straight up tell you this or not pal. And it’s kinda my thing to blurt out the blunt statements everyone else in the world is too much of a pussy to say themselves. So I’ll just say it. You ain’t shit Isaac Thornton. You’re not this a-list celebrity megastar who just exudes class of a different status than everyone else here. If anything you’re kinda just a...well a wannabe. Oh and a deity like me doesn’t taint anything except for the possibility of you winning matches like this Isaac. I am a God and you are...well you’re not even a man. You are a boy discovering yourself in this industry. And you best pray I have mercy on you come Clash of the Titans time, otherwise that “pretty hollywood” face of yours...well let’s just say you won’t be getting any calls for anymore straight to dvd releases once my knee is done having a meeting with your face. HAKAI! Oh and the big one now huh? Gareth Cason. The man who is Legitimately Dangerous. The First ever OWA Television Champion. The man who crossed over from destroying the competition in Mixed Martial Arts and immediately did the same in our little humble domain of Pro Wrestling. And most importantly, something multiple people won’t shut up about including Gareth himself, “THE MAN WHO MADE CM NAS SUBMIT!” Yes Gareth, you made me tap out. You trapped me in a deadly submission hold and I was forced into giving in against you in the middle of the ring. That DID Happen. Now, can we all give it a rest? I mean let’s be honest here Gareth. You beat me ONE TIME! In ONE MATCH! A match where I had next to nothing to go off of in terms of preparing for what you would be capable of. I mean sure you beat Clinton Stone into a bloody pulp beforehand, but guess what, he’s a fookin NOBODY! How was that to even matter to the likes of me at the time. And yes that was arguably when I was at my most arrogant. I concede that you had the best of me then Gareth. But the both of us now are very different than at that point. You’re still a killer. A bruiser who runs through everyone and everything put in front of you. I mean look at how you dismantled poor Nolan at Revelations. And you’re arguably more focused now than ever. But the CM Nas standing before you is very different as well. Since you beat me, I fended off the likes of Miltiades, Nobi, Stark, John Doe, Brian Daniels, have all fallen at my feet since then. And those that did beforehand? Scott Oasis, Nico Borg, Jacob Senn, Carlos Rosso, and Aren Mstislav just to name a few! You think you can take all of this away from me? This world of Pro Wrestling that I govern with my unmatched divine power? Then step into the ring with me and we’ll see if you can stand head on against me now. I am also refocused. I finally got that same itch back that I possessed before. Back when I was on top of the world. The new year has provided new opportunities to me that I never thought imaginable, mentally and emotionally in particular. And if you think I’m going to let that go to a man who only proved his superiority over me ONE TIME, then you’ve got another thing coming Junior. Just like I told Cage and Isaac, give it a couple years, then come see me and we’ll find out if you are ready to handle all of this immense overwhelming power! For now though, I’m gonna give YOU the humbling experience you deserved months ago ya smart mouthed bastard. Or well...the same humbling experience Sabertooth gave you at Civil War cranked up one-thousand times...HAKAI!

Y'all dumb motherfuckers thought I wasn't going to say anything? That Jon McAdams was going to let the first clash come and go without opening his mouth?

Look at all of you with a mouthfull of bullshit just spewing it in every direction. Y'all think you're going to go hard and take the gold. The only thing thats going to get hard in this match is my dick and the only thing taking anything is your assholes.

Some of y'all haven't even been here a day and you think you can just run your mouth at 3000 words a minute and somehow that's going to get you the gold. Let me tell you something. Hard work. Dedication. Consistency. That's how you get gold.

If somehow one of you stupid pieces of shit managed to steal the win at this rumble it would be a laughable thing to watch you lose at Final Destination because we all know that none of you are ready.

None except Jon McAdams.

So keep running your mouths, you're words are as bloated as the really successful International box office success, Ferdinand.  And I bet when you think about how successful that is, it might drive you all crazy.

Hell one might say, you all could lose your shit and claim you're standing up for truth and justice but in reality you're just a spoiled emotionally inarticulate child who lacks so much character and so much perspective; who lives in such a sad state and is so pathetic that just because you are wrong you're going to try and ruin as much as possible all around you. So you'll sit here on the feed, on twitter, on the promo channel. You'll sit here and you'll make comments about how you are justified in thinking this and that but in reality... man. It's just sad cause you lost all these people and no one wants you around anymore because you're hard to talk too and just unpleasant to be around. You're bitter. You're tired. You make every environment you're apart of worse for being apart of it. Just delete your account, retire, go home. No ones buying your shit.

Clash contestants. Viewers at home. DONT EVEN WATCH THE SHOW. Cause its just going to be two rosters of men eating eachothers asses for an hour until McAdams throws them out. You can bet on it.

Now Raise your glasses.